"You know, I was talking to some of the girls." You were talking to the girls?" Alex asked with a smile, having recognized the term to denote Alex's f...ollowers."OK, Gail told me about what a couple of the girls told her. They wanted me to know about certain things. It seems Megan, as in Megan and Ryan from Dallas, talked to the other girls and they got to talking about how you seem to upset a lot of men, while you seem to attract women, even those without the Seeker/Seer genes. It apparently got. This guy often had to be doing paperwork late into the night and so his daughters would accompany him and hang out at my cafe with hot cocoas or milk shakes while he worked. Rachel was a teen punk rocker: she would usually be wearing a rainbow of makeup, heavy boots, a short skirt, and t-shirts carefully torn to reveal glimpses of her well developed young body. Rachel would usually spend her time texting on her phone and listening to Pixies or David Bowie. Her younger sister Claire was slim. Soon she was at the point of no return and so was our watcher. Both of them gyrated vigurously pumping at their so called private parts, the proverable hurd of elephants could not have disturbed them. I was just an observer. Eventually, it was Brenda who could wait no longer, with her body tense and her eyes flickering with lusty emotion she yelled out her erotic last gasp. As she gently slowed her fingers in her dripping vulva her attention returned to our friend, who had waited so that she. “She’s already over here, probably wherever Charles is. I’ll just listen for William screaming again,” she said with a big grin on her face.“You find her, and I need to talk to my dad again, for a moment,” I said kissing her behind the ear and heading downstairs.I found Dad in the kitchen nuzzling up behind Mom, so I cleared my throat.“Yes, Michael,” he said, not moving.“I have had that same keyboard for a while. I was wondering if it might be time to replace it with something with a bigger.