"Well," the wizard started, "I knowyou're looking for something that will cheer your brother up, because,like any good sister, you feel bad for him. ...This locket can do that.See, all you have to do before you give it to him is hold it tightly inyour hand and wish for something. Happiness for your brother, forexample. Then, give the locket to him to where. The wish will begranted soon after that. No muss, no fuss." The wizard smiled a toothygrin. Andrea was again smiling too. Her smile. Can you come pick me up at the front of my neighborhood? I have Foxy, but she can probably just chill, right?” “Yeah! I’ll be there… In like fifteen minutes. Bye!” I hang up the phone and take out another cigarette. Walking towards the front of the neighborhood, I light up and take a deep puff. I smile. Who cares if my parents are Mormon? Who cares if I get kicked out? Life is too fucking short. I watch Carolina’s old car putter to a stop and I climb in. “Hey there, gorgeous,” Carolina greets. As the phallus was slowly drawn from the mouth of the snivelling male, his eyes were drawn to the screen where he witnessed his own pending humiliation and saw the fate of another male. Lashed and beaten; the blood dripping from the whip cuts to his back and ass cheeks, knelt on a raised stage before another vast crowd of smiling, delighted females. A proclamation was being read out to him by his own buxom, matron-like woman, who smiled with deep satisfaction as she read out his death. "You know my Danish friend, Greta, at work? You've met her." Oh, hon, how could I ever forget Greta, those legs and that long blond hair. Oh, and those pink, pink lips." Yes, yes, down, boy. Oh, I don't know if I dare tell you what we talked about at lunch today?" Sure, I bet she wants you to share me with her, she just covets my cock. Right?" I asked sassily as I slipped my hand up under her skirt."Shit, are you reading my mind?" Now, you're kidding me, so what did you two talk about. I'll be.