Nor had he found any traction in trying to get paid gigs at either parties or as a performer somewhere. However, he'd practiced on several friends and... most of his family once or twice. Usually he just helped them relax or sleep better that night. He had gotten pretty good at putting people into a state of suggestibility, but this skill wasn't translating to a real career of any sort just yet.Loading his luggage into the back of the car Nick took his seat in the back while he waited on the rest. I wasn't trying to guilt him. I wasn't faking my grief. I was washed out of wrath, and reduced to a weeping woman, weak and sorrowing. I felt his arms raise me, and help me to bed. He was saying, “I'm so sorry mom, I wasn't thinking, but you don't understand. Please, don't cry, I'm not worth it, you don't know what I . . . I won't, I promise I won't try do anything like that again. I just was filled with . . . I couldn't take it any longer, You don't realize what I . . . It's okay now. I know that you wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me." She stared at me as if daring me to disagree with her. Then she broke my heart when she said, "Nobody has ever been as nice to me as you have been. I wish I could live with you forever!"My eyes immediately started to water. I looked up at her, smiled through my budding tears and mumbled, "That really means a lot to me. Cindy, I wish you could stay here with me too. I care about you more than you can imagine and I hope from now on we can. Sandy is an amazing bi-sexual nymphomaniac, and because she and I both work from our homes next door to each other, we often get together during the day for a frantic shag - the only type of shag that Sandy knows! Both our spouses know about this and are relaxed about it, so most weekends the four of us go out to swinging parties together and often Tom and Sandy then take my wife home with them afterwards and plunder her body for the rest of the weekend - whilst I recover my sexual energy to.