Why would you want to keep me like this? If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, then you'd better back off!" "What the hell are you talking ...about? No wait, why don't you just tell me what I'm thinking Mike. Man, sometimes -- I have to say it -- sometimes I'm ashamed to be seen with you. Sometimes you act as if you're the only one that's having problems. I know you've had a rough time of it and all with your sister dying and your folks turning out to be jerks, but give me a break. You. If it is, then all I need to do is invent a way to make it intelligent. I know it's pure fantasy, but I'd like it to at least have an air of possibility."Our drinks arrived and Jennie knocked down half of her scotch and shook her head. She was amused. "Steve, I'm impressed that you're diversifying, but I had no idea you aspired to being a writer. Good luck with that!" Thanks. I know it sounds weird but you know the old saying, 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.' Anyhow, I'm not expecting to. )It starts with a particularly mischievous and powerful spirit overlooking Earth. A virgin dies in an unlucky accident; their only sexual experience was an awkward, clumsy fondling session with a now-distant friend. The omniscient, reality-bending entity tuts at this revelation and as fate would have it, thrusts the poor soul back into the world, making one key difference: it would overwhelm this individual with sex, whether they wanted it or not. The fix (to this strange, perverted spirit) was. Imagine the scene as it was described to me. Mary, a buxom red-head naked in the bath and my wife wearing only a bra, knickers, suspender belt and stockings washing Mary from head to toe but, as she admitted, spending most of the time on her tits and her pussy. By the time that she got Mary out of the bath Anne’s undies were soaked both inside and out and Mary had come at least twice.Once out of the bath Anne’s next job was to shave Mary’s pussy. As Anne helped Mary up onto the treatment table.