"What the hell has he sent to me?" Martin questioned aloud.He soon had tucked the package under his arm and set the rest of the mail on an end table i...n the living room. Now in a private room he sat on the toilette and opened the package, inside he found a small bottle which contained a red liquid and a letter written in calligraphy on a piece of parchment paper. Martin, Guess what? This is just what you've always wanted, a chance at a dream your always telling me about, for the full effect. Just his age.’ Pressures rising inside her, she just ignored the voice. Wanting everything, anything that might come from this moment.“Jeez, they are fabulous,” Paul murmured, as his fingers strayed from nipple to nipple, and the joy of it had Linda’s juices leaking into her bikini pants. Suddenly desperate for everything at once, Linda groped for his thigh again, but unable to reach it now, she pulled at the chord at the waist of his shorts. Excitingly in tune with her, Paul half stood, and. ----------And then it happened. I’m in my office the following Friday lunchtime when the urge takes me. I book the hotel room and phone Vicky, telling her I’ll see her in fifteen minutes.“I’m not coming. It’s over, Donna.”I freeze. My brain hears the words but I am unable to understand their meaning.“What do you mean? You are not coming?” I finally manage to utter.“I mean I’ve met someone else. Someone who doesn’t treat me like a fucking dildo.”The words were virtually spat down the telephone.. “Melissa, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, taking her in his arms. “It is so good to see you.”“For me too.“I am sorry you weren’t there to see my sacrifice, but it would have been too hard for me.”“I understand,” Henry said as he brushed back a strand of golden hair from her face, and kissed her.Another beautiful young woman appeared before them. “This is Psyche,” said Melissa. “She’s my friend.”“THE Psyche? From the stories?”His daughter nodded, “She doesn’t actually live here, as she’s immortal,.