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out the box so far, the damn Yankees will want to recruit me…yeah…”
    Boisterous laughter rang throughout the auditorium.
    “And, that’s fine.” Saint moved casually across the stage. “But, maybe, just maybe , you could try something else, something to take her off guard. Like…” He jutted his arm out, pretending to look at an imaginary phone and type into it once more. “‘You know, this morning when you were in the shower, and fragrant suds cascaded down every curve of your angelic body, I thought about how I wish I was the water...’ then wait for her ass to respond.” Saint snickered. “We know what she’ll say, she’ll type back either, ‘Really’ or ‘Why?’—right? So that’s when you go in on her. You flip the shit and say, “Because the only place on your body I haven’t been able to taste, to lick, to suck, to nibble, is inside of your pores, and the water does. So tonight, when you get home, I want you to get in the bathtub that I already ran for you and we will pretend to be what we really are...’ and then, gentlemen, she will urge you on, and ask, ‘And what’s that?’ and you’ll say... ‘You are the Earth, and I am the water. I’m going to be all...over...you. It’s a flood, baby. Moving inside of you, so...deep...so...damn...deep that your mouth will be speechless, just gaping open so your damn pores will have to scream my name!”
    The crowd began to applaud as Saint grinned and paused, still looking at his imaginary phone and smiling wider.
    “‘So deep inside of your mind, baby,’” he continued over the ruckous. “Making love to every thought you’ve ever had and forcing a climax in your soul before you even feel me pushing inside of you...’” Saint hitched the last of the sentence on a whisper, let it linger in the quiet of the room, then winked.
    “Tha man!” a man yelled out from the audience, clapping, causing another wave of laughter.
    Saint looked up and out into the crowd. “See? That’s an example of changing the script, of turning something that is just basic sexual banter into something that stimulates her mind. Both types can get her wet—only, my second example works all three levels inside of her so that you can achieve what I was describing before.
    “ Sometimes, if you just plant a small seed, she will take over. It will no longer be a spectator sport for her. You get ready to type your sex text, and look down, and see her sending one instead...it’s a beautiful feeling though, men.” He grinned. “Instead of you telling her about how you want to be her water, she is telling you, how she wants to take you in! Absorb you, draw you to her core, and pulsate against you....goddamn!” He jumped up and down excitedly, causing more exhuberence in the crowd. “You know, once you bust through that damn door, that woman is in a world of trouble!” He cackled. “Your head is all messed up for the rest of the day. Your boss asks you for a report, and you say, “I’ll get it titty, right away, I mean READY right away!”
    The crowd rolled in laughter.
    “Mind just all screwed up....” He smirked, scratched the side of his mouth and moved toward the front of the stage, putting on a thoughtful expression.
    “ But once you get to know that woman, in all these areas, you must apply it. Having knowledge and not applying it means absolutely nothing. I say this in some of the other conferences. You can listen to me the entire time we are here, but if you don’t apply anything I’ve taught you, don’t place it directly into your life, you may as well have saved your money and stayed home. You have to learn , and then apply . If a pan on my stove goes up in flames, but I don’t get the fire extinguisher despite knowing where it is and how to use it, what good did that knowledge do for me? It didn’t help at all. It is not the knowledge’s fault, nor the fire extinguisher’s; it would be mine for not utilizing it. You must understand passion