‘Yes.’ I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. I might get into trouble, but I was betting it would be a fun journey. ‘What do you think ...bout when you. . . masterbate?’ She asked in a low, sultry voice. ‘I don’t know, experiences I guess.’ ‘Not fantasies?’ She asked. ‘No, not often. Usually I think about something that happened in the past.’ ‘How do you do it? I mean, do you do it in the shower?’ Her voice had lowered a bit like she didn’t want to be overheard. ‘Sometimes,’ I said.. .." Okay! I was there. You, Jordan, Charlie, and quite a few others had a great deal to do with those accomplishments. You always try to credit all of your successes to others. I remember everything very well, especially when you saved me from that knife wielding terrorist. Look how many people are here to welcome us! It was a great trip, but it's always so good to get back home." Let's get over to Billy's restaurant and shake some hands, and eat some steak," suggested Steve. "It's also a party. Then one day Sharon pulled out her ultimate weapon, the one trump card powerful enough to overcome a lifetime of skepticism."John," she said, "if you come to just one of these sessions, I'll try anal sex." Sharon knew me too well: before I met Sharon I had a girlfriend who loved anal, a love that I quickly came to share. I had tried for years to persuade Sharon to try it, but without success. I realized that if she was willing to use up this trump card, it meant that these meditations sessions. By now it was almost noon so I knew she was hungry, but the sigh and smile were enough. I handed her a glass and poured one for me. I sat and started the little welcome speech I had thought through for weeks.“First let me tell you I am thrilled you are here and I am taken aback by how beautiful you are. I am glad I waited to see you walk into the bar a few weeks ago, if I had seen you for the first time today I’d be fumbling around in shock.” I took a sip of wine and watch her accept the.