Tenable Reality

I met a man with a plan the other day at coffee.  I will explore the housing market with his assistance.  I will keep it really clean.  This is professional discourse.  I find him very attractive, but it is time to do a deal safely without sexual entanglements.  It has been a lifetime of incestuous play, and it is time to become MISS SLOANE.  Maybe my form is not sweet, petite, but that has not stopped things from becoming complicated far too quickly.  I think of myself as nothing at all, but there is a place for me in the stars, very literally.  I must just contend with the attitudes about persons with disability eating up all of the money in the federal and county funding.  I use resources to be effective and work for free in society.  I catch the balls that no one can see.  My academic record is solid and my boundaries are too.  I must guard my anonymity until my protection, worldwide, is nailed down.  I keep men like this man out of sanitarium factories to be tortured for eternity.  Well, I am about to show, very publicly, how professional I can be with a subject that I have never studied.  I am savvy every day, but that and a hill of beans may buy you a "tall" coffee on a good day.  Well there is a shift and I am ready.  I will soup up my energy by getting away from the succubus realm for good in terms of tenable housing.  My grandfather General George was a real estate GOD at selling satanistic cottages up in The North Country.  Millions were exchanged even in that day (the 1970's).  Maybe I am here to rehad Wiccan centers and revamp the entire housing market.  A girl can dream.  Empathic entity at your secret secret service.