Cindy focused on the handsome hipster barista and inserted him into a sexual fantasy. The daydream surprised her but felt good. Stopping again on th...e way home she purchased a coffee maker, coffee beans, and grinder. At home, Cindy tried out her new coffee machine. It was her first time ever brewing coffee. "How did I get to be 40 and not make coffee?" She said to herself. Her first attempt was a very strong brew. It was the jolt she liked. It made her body surge with energy and ideas. . "Damn..." What?" Dean blinked, wondering who this stranger was."Excuse me," he took off his hat. "My name is Joshua and I'm here tohelp. May I come in?" What?" Alice gasped, "Who are you? What do you want?" I believe that I already answered both of those questions," Joshuagave her a weak smile. "But to be more specific, I am someone who knowsthat you have had an encounter with magic, and who wishes to help you." Um... come in," Dean gasped, staring at Joshua in amazement."I see that you have. The last three years, I've more or less kind of existed. Sure, I've tried to move on, find a new relationship, but, something always falls apart, or gets in the way. Distance, time, personallity conflict, all have been factors in why nothing works out. Try as I might, I can't get you out of my head, or my heart. I'm reminded of something your mom said, the day we buried you.... "I hope he lives a long and healthy life, and every time he closes his eyes, he sees you, to remind him of the hell. She panted, her body sweating and sweating, her ass feeling like it was roasting in the country air. Crack. Crack. What number was it? God, she had no idea. Didn’t think she would make it. Crack. Crack. Another low one, on her thighs. It burned and burned. Crack. Tears ran now. With a shudder, she cried. Crack. He was grunting, putting his all into punishing her. Crack. “Five more,” he said. “Lift up. Earn it.” She had to please him. Really had no choice. Crying, hurting, she lifted her sore.