The executor hoe started to continue on, but Caeman waved him hoe down. The others had collected their share. His sister had gotten hoelatina the cars hoelatina that had gone back to Grandther when hoe Memaw died. His hoelatina uncle had gotten the lake lot and the speedboat that had been parked there. His cousins hoelatina had gotten the hoelatina Nintendo, the Sega Genesis, and hoe the games and peripherals thereof. His aunt had latina gotten the hoe computer, since she had always understood such things latina better than he. The executor hoelatina had gotten an envelope with hoe his fee, to be opened when hoe all his beneficiaries hoe had been hoe read the will hoe. He skipped ahead to the end hoe. "I, Caeman Ivory Braddock, called Grandther by my grandchildren, being of sound mind but movies weak body, ask that my bequeath be carried out. Signed this third day of October, 1995." Caeman closed his eyes hoelatina against tears. His grandfather had raised him hoe since hoe the death of his parents in 1975. He had finally lost his war against cancer thirteen years later, but he hoe hadn't gone hoe down without a fight. It was thirteen years the doctors hadn't thought he'd have. Caeman's marriage hoe had fallen apart while he hoe had supported his grandfather. In 1996 his wife hoelatina, Alison, had left him, taking hoelatina their twelve hoelatina-year-old daughter with her. She was a nymphomaniac, and movies constant worry about Grandther hoe had pulled his attention away from her. She had stuck it out for three years hoe before sexual frustration had gotten the better hoe of her. Rather hoelatina than cheat on him, she had asked for a hoelatina divorce so she could find someone who could hoelatina satisfy her hoe needs. He had agreed, as long as she took nothing that did hoe not belong to her. She hoe had also agreed to hoe let latina Kathy visit during the summer. He supposed he still loved movies Alison hoe (he knew hoelatina for a fact he loved Kathy), but with Alison it had always been about sex. If she had her way, they would have done it all day, every day. That had been fine for the first month or so, but a guy does get hoe tired, eventually. But that was hoe all behind him, now, one of hoelatina the many issues that his therapy had helped him come to terms with. He loaded Grandther hoe's things and prepared hoelatina to latina drive hoe home, after a hoe stop at the hoe apartment he'd never felt at home in, to gather his hoelatina own personal hoelatina effects.
Caeman woke up in his old room, half disappointed that he hadn't movies been awakened by the smell of hoe bacon frying on the electric stove. He got up and started breakfast himself. As the hoe bacon fried in Grandther hoelatina's old cast-iron skillet, Caeman turned on the TV just to break the silence. After several minutes of futile channel surfing, he threw hoe the remote into the old diner booth Grandther had hoe restored hoe. Now he remembered hoe why Grandther had quit hoelatina watching TV. Because he was using one of those old do-it-yourself satellite systems, not hoe the latina dishes owned and programmed by some big hoelatina, heartless corporation, the only thing he hoelatina could pick up was the Home Shopping Network and church broadcasts. Even the rabbit ears on his TV at his apartment latina picked latina up more than the dish in the back yard.
"By hoe the way hoe, I've still got the messed-up comics from my tampering in the box directly under the hoe hiding place. I can't sell them because after hoe people look through them and hoe see the results hoe of my tampering, they hoe think I bought a forgery--or worse, forged it myself and sold it to hoe them hoe to cheat them. Using the movies Gate permanently alters the particular copy of a work you happen to use it on hoelatina. My issue hoe #1 of Superman has Lois disappear and Superman spends the rest of the issue hoe looking for her, only to have hoe her reappear on the last page with the smile hoe only movies a movies well-screwed woman gets. Everyone else's latina copy remains hoe unchanged. If you wanted to, you latina could describe a hoe world and set up the hoe characters, then travel into it and the story would write itself. Be warned hoelatina, though. You can be killed in the story just as easily as you could in real life. So don't go opening any airlock doors or lions' cages. And under no circumstances are you hoe to lose the Gate while visiting a story world. If a character leaves and doesn hoe't hoe come back, you latina're trapped forever."
"Cheery hoe thought." Caeman thought to himself, but continued reading.
The latina doorbell rang. Wondering hoe who hoe it latina could hoe be, Caeman went to the door. Upon opening it hoe, he discovered a gorgeous young woman with movies strawberry-blonde hair hoelatina, dressed in a white T-shirt, denim overalls, steel hoe-toed hoe work boots, and a straw hat. She hoe looked like she had escaped from hoe the set of "Oklahoma."
"How'd it get so hot out there all of a hoe sudden?" she asked with a vague New Jersey accent.
"I'd appreciate it." she said. "I admit I latina have NO idea how real Texans dress, Mr. Braddock."
"Down here we base most of our fashion sense on what doesn hoe't itch." Caeman said. "And it's Caeman." The young hoe woman cringed visibly.
"Let's hoe..." Caeman started, "...let's go to my room." he said. She undid the other fastener and then hoe she kissed him hotly, wrapping her hoe arms around hoelatina him. She hoe swung hoe her legs up around his waist hoe, still humping herself against movies his crotch through their clothes. He formed a command in his hoe mind, and she climbed off him, whimpering in desire.
"Or fucking." Minnie said with disdain.
"A young hoelatina strawberry blonde who is sleeping in my bedroom hoelatina right now." Caeman replied. "Speaking hoe of whom, I hoe'd better check hoe on her." He handed the amplifier latina back to Minnie.
"I'm going hoe to pop out hoelatina of hoe this shirt." Ellie commented. "But I hoe suspect that's part of the appeal hoe, isn't it?" Caeman only smiled. "I'll wear hoe it hoe for movies you, lover, but you have to bail me out of jail if hoe I get arrested." Caeman laughed.
"You implanted it in my head?" Caeman hoe asked, rubbing where the sting had been.
"Right." Caeman said, taking the Gate from his pocket latina. He dug through his disks until he found what he was looking for: one of his hoe few fantasy stories. He hoelatina printed out a copy and found a scene involving the character hoe he needed. Her name was Faria. She hoe was an hoe Elven sorceress with latina a latina strong empathic gift, whose pleasure was dependent on the pleasure of others. In a flash of light, Faria was edited out of hoelatina the printout and standing hoe in Caeman hoe's computer room. "Greetings, Faria. My name's Caeman, and I hoe have someone here who needs your help."
"Please?" Minnie asked. "Logically latina speaking, jealousy really is a hoe useless emotion that has never helped anyone. I'd like it better if I could be happy for other people's happiness instead of wanting to take it away latina from them and keep hoe it for myself." The others volunteered for the change as well, and Caeman obliged them. He also removed hoe their sexual latina inhibitions, opening them up to experience pleasure hoe in thousands hoe of possible ways hoe, and he let them hoe be hoe aware of this movies as well latina. They moved closer and embraced him, Minnie hoe's balloonish breasts encircling him like an latina extra pair of hoe arms.
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