Popping the fat bottle cap, Saul shrugged, “Uh just let me have a taste alright. We need this wine to be perfect right?”
His weak excuse seemed to work as she nodded. He swilled it a bit first before taking a small sip. Feeling a bit crazy for actually swallowing, he immediately smacked his lips. It tasted stale and dirty, but still somehow tasted good with a fruity aftertaste. He swore that a ringing entered his ears saying “What do you desire? followed by a smooth sax rift.
He waited a couple of seconds as he let the taste leave his mouth before getting up and sorting through his cupboard for two clean glasses. He had no idea what he was expecting to happen but he did feel a very pleasant and soothing warm feeling come over his body as he pulled two glasses down. It made him wonder, what did he desire?
Certainly more money, it wasn't like he was doing great at his bank job or getting paid well. He felt like his family could be overbearing sometimes, he desired more space certainly. A self-confidence boast wouldn't hurt either, but he didn't think that was the desire the voice meant.
He pondered back to what he last jerked off to on his dusty old laptop. It certainly was not thoughts or pictures of Cristiana. Before he returned with his glasses he remembered.
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