’ The gypsy took one look at her, and frowned. ‘Truly you are named for what you are.’ The girl, Nausea Mundane, wept harder. ‘Ahhh, yes… we...p. Weep for what you cannot control… or can you?’ ‘…but… but how?’ Nausea sniffed, wiping away her tears with a dirty sleeve. The sleeve was cleaned, instantly. ‘For all your talents, and all your mysteries, ugly little girl, I will grant you a wish.’ ‘What… what do you mean?’ Nausea Mundane said. The gypsy smiled a gnarled, toothless smile. ‘What if I. It wasn't long before Barb was having one orgasm after another and I was breathing erratically. I felt as if I was cumming time after time, crying out yes Barb, fuck me, fuck me, oh shit I'm going to cum. Barb stopped and sat motionless on top of me. Staring, she looked over at Julie who had been watching the whole thing and fingering herself. Barb said "Jules, get yourself over here and fuck this guy like the slut you are". Julie crawled over and licked my dick clean of Barb’s juices and sat. "New boyfriend not here tonight, Kaitlin?" said Noel, who owned the Celt."Who is your man?" Kaitlin asked."Sure and I don't know," he answered, "There's various stories about him. He sounds English but an Arab who works on Dublin Bus and comes in here says his Arabic is perfect also, though he sounds Kobekistani he says, whatever that might be when it's at home. The thing I do know is he's not short of a few bob. He buys drinks like there's no tomorrow, but nice with it, not pushy. And he comes. Sunday, right on cue, the women showed up. I had previously conditioned them to suggest going back to Charlotte’s apartment. I left ahead of them and went to the apartment. They drove separately and arrived at the same time. I was already in the apartment, having received a key from Charlotte. ‘This is a swell apartment you have, here’ My sophisticated son, Sean. I stepped into the room. ‘Sleep, all of you.’ They all sprawled on the floor. All of them were in jeans and shirts. ‘When I wake.