I smoothed it gently, almost tenderly, on the floor and gazed at the hair clippings sealed inside. Jenny had saved her pubic hair when she’d shaved ...it off, and given it to me just before we’d parted. In my hands, it was a silly sentimental keepsake, the ring riding beneath my clit was a more tangible expression of our mutual love. In Stacey’s hands, the hair was a weapon of unimaginable power. I didn’t understand it, really, but she could work magic and hairs were the talismans she used to bend. And that brings us round to the present. As I write this I'm dying. If you're reading this, then I'm already gone and you might have even heard about it on the news. Which brings me round to the point of all this. For twenty five years I've been building a business, an empire some would say, and along the way, tens of thousands of people have come to rely on me to keep their companies afloat, keep their jobs in place so they can raise their own families. It's a responsibility that I take. You shift position slightly and I can sense your clitorisrubbing against my nose. I tilt my head back just enough to reach your littlebutton with my tongue and you react immediately, uttering a low moan and grippingmy head between your thighs. Now that I've found the correct position, it only takes a matter of secondsbefore I feel your legs tighten further. I lap away at your pussy and, sensingthe moment of your orgasm is near, I move my head up and down so that my noserubs your clit. You come. Paul asked if anyone had seen Dave drop me at the Station, but I said I didn’t think so, as it had been very early, I had caught the first train. Then he wanted to know were I had been staying. I noticed that Paul was taking notes now and asked him why. ‘In this job, you have to take note of everything. Now I am going to need access to Dave’s computer if you don’t mind?’ I told him, to go ahead. But he then surprised me by taking the computer away with him, saying he would drop it back to me.