.' 20 minutes away. 'If only!' I couldn't wait to see her face. I almost felt like filming it just to watch it later, it might ruin the moment though.... 15 minutes later she sent me a picture message of the strawberries and cream special with the message 'As soon as im done I want my surprise! ur such a tease' She was playing right into my hands. I'm glad she was enjoying it though, my stress levels were ever increasing and I tried not to think about the possibility of it all going wrong. I just. But, critics may object, without the fair sex,Humanity's doomed, for none but they may bearOffspring, to which I say, There are too many of us now;Men, as lovers of one another, cannot add to the surplusOf crying mouths to feed, no matter how many timesThey spill their fecund seed.But tits, if not cunts, are pleasant to see,Other critics contend,To which I answer in this way:Therefore, should we give themTo transwomen, or, for that matter,Simply paint breasts to displayAlong the highways we. Realizing this was an awkward position, he pushed himself to lean up against the wall.There were several screws holding his pelvis to his hip. Fortunately, a Phillips screwdriver was within arm's reach, and he carefully removed the eight screws holding his pelvis in place setting them to his side.Alarms were flashing all around in front of him, warning him of system failures throughout. His diagnostic and status screens kept popping up obstructing his view. It was a conscious effort just to. Thank you for everything.” As she stood up she heard, “How did you know my husband?” Polly spun around and there, standing before her, was his widow. She wanted to cry and confess her sins, but instead she stood tall and said, “We used to work together.” “You know he retired ten years ago.” “Yeah, he retired after my first year, but he was my mentor.” “Oh, I see. I’m sorry; I didn’t catch your name.” “Polly. Polly Adler.” “I’m Kathy,” she said extending her hand and smiling. Polly shook her.