"Remember how I went into the bathroom to wash it off? Straight into a specimen cup."And then I had to rush downstairs to get a cold drink from the fr...idge. To keep it cool and fresh."And then I remembered oh my, I have a doctor's appointment. I didn't lie. It was with a lab for testing. He didn't even have to take off a sock to count the number of live sperm."Taunting. Mocking. Getting louder by the minute.A small crowd was gathering. She had been loud enough to draw them in.I realized her. Steve pulled his sword to the creature, knowing that he had to save Alyssa or die trying. He began to circle the dungeon, daring the spider to make the first move. Its fangs stained with blood, it began to lunge. Steve easily evaded its attack, letting it taste cobble. With the arachnid groggy, Steve took the opportunity, piercing its bulbous body with his sword. The spider let out a large shriek as the sword entered. He pulled his sword back out, the spider’s green, slime-like blood all over. It went by amazingly fast. When it was 11:59pm I came out of my room in my pajamas and went to see if my parents were asleep already. Their door was closed but I could hear one of them snoring. "Good!" I whispered. I walked in a hurry to my sister's door and then I stopped. I took a deep breath, gripped the doorknob, and turned it.The door opened and I didn't see my sister in about the first half of her room. I got a little scared for a second, thinking that she wasn't there. But I heard her!. My parents had a TV in their room and, of course, I did, too. The living area – or the parlor as we called it – was for conversation. It's strange what we bring with us from our childhoods. The television was my first nanny, I suppose. When I got too old to be tied down watching mind-numbing cartoons, they hired in real people. Do you think this couch is big enough for us to lay on it together?" It's really not big enough for me to lay on it alone," Bryant said with a chuckle. "Why don't you.