I read and re-read the message. I was 95% certain that this was spam, and yet doubts nagged away at me throughout the day.Later that evening I logged ...back into Lush. The message was still there. I took a deep breath, typed in my mobile number and clicked 'send' before I could have second thoughts. I deleted the message as instructed and went to bed.For three days I heard nothing. Then at 6pm on Friday evening I received a text message. 32 Cambridge Road, Kempford - 8pm tonight.Kempford was an. "Because homosexuality is still not acceptable to a large percentage of the population," I said. "That is despite all of the Social Awareness initiatives to mainstream gay lifestyles." What did you think of the continuum from exclusively heterosexual to exclusively homosexual?" Mr. Giovanni asked."Masters and Johnson mentioned something about another scale from asexual to ... I forgot the term, but it meant sexually obsessed," I tried to explain. There was nothing wrong with my memories for. . splat.Her head tilted and she stared at her thighs, at the hot chocolate trickling down her legs and disappearing under the skirt.Oh my god, she was pulling her skirt back to see where the hot chocolae had gone. Down, bit by bit, more, until, there, her panties peeked through, white just like I knew they'd be ... another tug and more panty was exposed, another tug. Jeez, they were almost completely showing. Mom smiled, a very faint smile, and turned her head back to the book she still held in. You're not God, you know, even if you are a god in bed." Grin."It feels as if I'd lost a part of me, Sunshine." Yeh. I know exactly how you feel. Something we cherished and treasured and now it's gone." Grief.She and George cursed steadily; Sunshine ended up, " ... all that hard work and training down the drain -- and I started getting laid just a month ago. Fuck!"Okay. We know this will eventually calm down. If this quake was as big as I think it was, the Sorcerer's gonna to have a lot of work.