Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it�...��s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective. How you arranged us so that my shaft could enter you… how you pressed me close with your legs locked around me… how your sex welcomed mine and enclosed it in that wonderful warmth and wetness… how we moved together so that there was sufficient motion to bring us both to the verge of climax… how those endearing words of encouragement and love passed between us in a growing crescendo. Now I recall the finale of our actions. How you clenched and cried out and I felt my life stream flowing into. She smiled to herself despite the pain. From his looks to his rough voice… to his touch. She missed him so much. What ever happened to him all those years ago? She had to wonder. Had he gotten caught? Or did he find a better life for himself…? Why didn’t he come back, even just to tell her he was leaving…? At least then she would know he was alive… With a heavy heart and a deep sigh she rose and re-entered the room. Brushing a spider web away from the end table by her old bed, she lit a candle. Wishing she could see him tonight, but knowing her work will keep her out till the early morning hours. She checks out her limo and get the paperwork for the day and tells the boss she gone. Driving to the other side of town she has to take some guy to the airport. She picks the guy up and puts his luggage in the trunk. On the way her was asking her a lot of questions about her job. She is thinking that she wished he would just shut up. Right before the airport he asks her if she ever.