Book2:KigdomIteDreams

hiswallet,ahabitualreflexwithhim,andfoundthemempty.Wheneverhesawabeautifulwoman,hereachedforhiswalletwhichalwaysheldathickwadofcashandsomesexenhangpills.Butnowhehadnothing.Mr.Kaffee’sirongreyhairwasblownaboutbythewind.Hismindwasinturmoil.

    “WherehastheyoungandrobustOliverKaffeegone?Irememberthetimewhenmybrainhadonlytoandandmypeniswouldreactimmediately.AmIreallyoldnowandlyrelystoachievemygoal?AmIreallyold?NotonlyamIold,mypenisisoldtoo.AmInolongerabletoperformwithmyrade-in-arms?Arethegoodolddaysgoneforever,oreturn?”Mr.Kaffeesppedhimselfsaying,

    “Areyoumad?Thefirstpriorityofthemomentistosolvetheproblemofwhattodohisisnotthetimetoeainwildflightsoffancy.Iamhungry,thirstyandtired.Ihadbetter