I am also working for the woman you almost killed, so dickhead I have every right to block your fucking drive way." I informed him."You, I do not like.... Move your car," he said angrily.We were both standing beside my car. He obviously came from a culture were a woman would never raise her hand to a man. "Fuck you," was my reply.He decided that he could beat me into submission, but he got a real surprise. Like men everywhere, when dealing with a woman, he drew back to slap me. The thing Reggie. A being with enormous powers and it opened my mind and told me that I have a special gift. I think the Off World scientists call it Psionics. That being showed me how to reach into myself and renew my cell dividing process, how to reach inside and remove clogs, stimulate and repair things. I simply think myself healthy if you will. However I am aging as I forget more and more about just how to do it, I am sure my Psionic gifts are fading, slowly but they are fading.”I was stunned by his answer.. I rested my hand on one of her breasts and grabbed it through the blouse, feeling it warm and full underneath the fabric. Her nipple was hard and pronounced and grew even larger as I began rubbing and pinching it. "Turn around," I whispered as I slowly sank to my knees in front of her. She swallowed hard, trembling from excitement and fear, then did as I said and faced the mirror. When I pushed up her skirt, she leaned forward, thereby pushing her butt further out so I had nice access to the. ’St Peter pondered this answer for some time and decided that indeed the answer can be applied to the question.‘Well then, could I have your answer to the second of the three questions’ St Peter went on, ‘how many seconds in a year?’The lady replied, ‘Twelve!’‘Only twelve’ exclaimed St Peter, ‘how did you arrive at that figure?’‘Easy,’ said the lady, ‘there’s the second of January, the second of February, and right through to the second of December, giving a total of twelve seconds.’St Peter.