I use a local service for that myself. Like your father, I'm a small businessman, at least in the eyes of the government." You said you are a writer. ...Is that your only business?" Yes. I'm not much of a bookkeeper and pretty clueless about tax law, so I just gather up my receipts and income statements and hand them over to Betty Woodward, my accountant." Do you report every three months?" she asked.He nodded. "Yes. Betty has to phone me a month in advance to warn me to get my stuff together for. Whenever I think of "my loves," I think of Beth Ann, Colleen, and Rebecca – but then I get to thinking about Winnie and Millie, then the three becomes five.Without the direct threat of mafia war, ginning up a reason to get Winnie down here was questionable. If I was going to reconnect with her, I was going to have to be direct and to the point – whatever the point was...As long as Mr. Bell was alive, there would be no Millie in my arms. And that was as it should be. I could love her from afar. Ever since the Ker gained psionic abilities, so long ago on Koken, the lost planet of origin only a few Kermac scholars still remembered. When private thoughts were no longer private because every Ker had telepathic abilities, distrust, fear, and denunciation became part of society and culture.The society developed methods to shield from such psionic intrusion, but no one really trusted them and no one dared to reveal real feelings and thoughts in fear of being exposed, denounced and mind-wiped. Here he is in a hurry to come over meet me. With trembling finger type, "Cum on over and get it! Oh Magic, I cannot wait to wrap my lips around your cock as you watch me! Oh fuck, my clit is throbbing!"You type, "Sounds like someone is more the ready and horny like me! Good-bye I will Cya in an hour baby!"I hurriedly set up some candles to give the evening an alluring atmosphere. I than take a shower looking at the clock constantly. Oh fuck, why does the hour seem to go slower them molasses.