He just couldn’t wait to get out there and play with it!He rode the elevator down a couple floors to his building’s food court. It wasn’t very b...usy yet, so he had no trouble getting some fast food and a seat. He sat and ate a burger, thinking about what sort of thing he might use his new power for. Because that was what it was, after all.Of course, he thought, something like this ought to benefit the world. He could use it to stop crimes! He’d just have to find some. He’d never seen a crime in. It was weird. I thought maybe they were counting the bones in me given the way their fingers and hands were methodically tracing me. They were aware, making eye contact, but also seemed to be scanning and contemplating everything else on me somehow detached from my spirit. Their approach looked to be that of a sculptor checking each and every curve on me with some sense of responsibility but focusing firstly on their favorite one, my boner, which they apparently were intent on keeping aroused. Until I saw her again on campus… She was exactly how I remembered her. Her soft skin. Her sexy pink lips that were just the right size to pout. Her swaying wide hips and those ample buttocks of hers. Oh, how I loved those.“Chad!” She yelled out.“Ashley, what’s up, girl?” I said, hugging her.In that sweet embrace, I smelled her hair which was exactly what I remembered.“Nothing much.”“You go here now? Cool. Welcome to Cougarland,” I said, showing off my pet nickname for my alma mater.“Yep. For. I mourned for a year and then said ‘fuck it’ and got on with my life.I do some high-end furniture making on the side. I have made enough money on my furniture that I decided to make it my full-time job. I live outside a small village about 30 minutes North of Grand Rapids MI. I own 80 acres of forest and meadow with a large cabin on the property. I work the midnight shift in Grand Rapids and commute because I hate the city. It is strange that I hate the city because I grew up and lived there.