..”Cynthia stood up. “Sir, this is not a question, it’s a statement.”“Please sit down...”“I will not sit. You will listen, sir,” she d...eclared as she strode to the front. Suddenly Cynthia radiated an aura of command and authority. “And I mean to speak and will be heard. My comments are for both the class and for you too, sir, and you will not interfere, is that completely clear? You may try to fail me for this, but I will expect you to listen, and listen well.”Roger had risen too and joined his. In summary, women don't usually fight to get in my pants. And yet, I do have charm. I have intelligence, a good wit, nice eyes, general good health and money. I haven't always had money. I've been rich and poor and rich again and poor again. There's no doubt about it, money helps a man get laid.A friend of mine once told me about a drop dead georgeous women he had met in Salt Lake City. We had one of our typically macho conversations and, in the end, he bet me $100 that I couldn't get her in. " He offered Frank a seat. "So what happened Tuesday? I heard the crash and the sirens, but I never got the details. Was it that bad?" Worse." Frank rolled his eyes as he slumped into the chair. "This Author decides, out of nowhere, his main character is a Dom. So he writes his first BDSM scene, and the Dom chains his Sub to the chair -- and the wall -- and the ceiling -- and the floor."Barry chuckled. "Ok, that must have looked ridiculous, but I don't see why the clean-up was so bad."Frank. "We have nuclear fuel rods." That got looks. I pointed at the heavy crate. "If we dropped that crate, with the bolts that hold it together loose, on CIA headquarters, it would start a fire that they couldn't put out." That's too weird to even think about," Kim mused."We're not at war with US." Rachael reminded us. "We just trying to stay alive." Getting to Jack might be just what he wants ... I can't even trust my dad. I'm the spare, remember?" Hey!" Wendy had Lightbulb Moment."What?" I.