I dedicate this story to a client that has become a very close friend of mine, Mr. Michael Bors. As he told me many stories that were very amusing to me and he liked this one especially from all of mine and never allowed me to forget it, I can’t find a better person to dedicate it.
First, I have to explain Jeb as for sure this is not the last name that they carry and I do apologies to any potential real Jeb family on this planet. This story has nothing to do with real Jebs.
I choose Jeb as it contains all the elements, even alphabetical, which bring this “Scandinavian” (very slick I must say, who knows which?) to almost complete descriptive truth.
Jeb comes from Croatian word “Jebati” and translated to Engllish it means “to fuck”, but this story wont be about the sweet act of love making, on a silk sheet or with complete freedom and undisturbed somewhere in nature, it will be about very uncomfortable brain massage which we easily may call “The mind fuck”.
The short description which occurs to me, can be connected with my early days in tourism and when I found out that there are people that are actually taking courses for claiming. Their lives become full of criticism and constant search for even the smallest dissatisfaction, so that they would at any cost refund some of the invested modern-day “deity”, money!
This will be the story about 11 days (out of 14) which I should have spent with Jeb’s and which has many times trilled and laughed many of my clients during warm summer nights while enjoying a nice glass of some popular drink, including water.