Timothy Matthews

It's still confusing why they insist on having everyone's names on a plaque by their door.

Grabbing my key from around my neck I unlock the door and move on inside to my apartment. "You're back!", looking up into the living room I see my housekeeper and best **** Jessica jumping off the couch and happily running towards me unaware of my current injury. She's really grown up over the years peaking at 5'8 with her brown hair still cropped close to her shoulders and her body filled out great with porn star level natural breasts and ass she really matured. Her happiness quickly turned to concern seeing the large amount of blood on my shirt and jacket and the look of losing consciousness on my face. My vision darkens and my body weakens the more I make it into the room but even in her short stature and thin appearance Jessica has been training and toning for years now by my wish giving her more than enough strength to keep me up all the way to the bathroom. She lays a towel down then me on top of it and grabbing a first-aid kit from the nearby cabinet and opens it to begin what I assume is surgery. Over the years I had my loyal and totally devoted **** learn a massive variety of different skills from CPR to giving good head just so she would be the perfect one that could always protect or please me just how I wanted. I don't know if major surgery was under any of those skills but I really don't to ask as she injects me with I hope is anesthesia given that I feel too tired to really care right now.

The world fades out and then back in back this time it's spinning and swirling all around me and images fly in and out of view. Every image was different was a moment in my life each one appearing with a hum and a distortion causing everything to sound out of place. One of the images hits me and ripples out muting all sound except for the memory. Reaching out I feel the pulse and energy of the memory and what happened. It was when I first arrived in New York and how I first tested my power again on others with help from Jess.

It was back in October about a week after we had arrived to which Jess was elated for it was her suggestion to begin with. She couldn't have been happier with me but she wanted us to leave the old town to found more girls for me to have because she knew that would please me. We were walking down the street arm in arm when we both saw a little cafe on the corner with alot of potential females inside. Jess squeezed my arm and winked at me and knowing the look in her she was having the same idea I was having. Walking on down we entered and looked around the small place that advertised the best mocha in the whole city.

There was only 4 girls inside, a redhead wearing a beanie with a book, the cute ebony barista, and two girls sitting together one being Hispanic and the other Asian. The cafe was playing light jazz music overhead and I started humming along which oddly enough put a huge smile on Jess' face. Making my way to the counter I just decided on a black coffee to help fight of the cold of the morning. As if she was telepathic Jess ordered for me exactly what I wanted along with herself and the barista confirmed it, but as I was still humming she looked up at me for what I assume was payment but looking at me she smiled and went to go make the drinks. Questioning it I looked around to find anything that regarded not paying or free anything but all there was were girls and coffee mugs for sale. Not wanting to look a gift coffee in the beans I decide to take a seat at one of the vacant tables while Jess brings the drinks. Bringing my lips to the coffee I take a sip but nothing happens. The world reverberates and distorts, looking around everyone and everything has stopped moving. The world is a blur but looking at the girls they are the only clear thing in the coffee shop but I can't remember which one I chose back in the shop.

I wonder how my surgery is going.