Well here I am, 36 hours after I spent a day with an absolute oracle of womanhood and I'm scratching my head trying to allow myself to accept the fact that it was not a dream or even one of my daily musings over my latest favorite porn star. No, it happened alright. I saw her webpage, and lo and behold, the next thing I knew she had me waiting to meet her in the coffee shop of my hotel the next morning. I felt the breeze as the glass door opened and looked up from my paper into a smile that lit up downtown. She was a taller version of my best friend's gorgeous sister who I have fantasized about for a decade since we were room mates in college . . . who had a hands off policy which had me tortured to blue balls around the clock. There was only one bathroom in that apartment, which we had to share in a busy school schedule and she used to tease me about the constant swelling under my towel. Anyway, when this 6 foot vision of loveliness gave me a sisterly hug and whispered in my ear that she felt naughty, I realized right then that there is a god . . .