Shit, I thought. My game had been interrupted and I had made a fool of myself. I was going to have to pick another girl.I pretended to study a nearby ...painting. The painting actually wasn't too bad. It was a stylized portrait of a woman, nude, turned to the side, painted in burnished gold hues and earthy reds and browns on a rough piece of wood. The artist had accentuated the grains in the wood by painting along them, swirling around the knots and holes in the wood to create a whirling river. "Where are the drinks for you guys?" She asked directly, her normal nervous disposition had almost all but vanished in to thin air. "Oh, don't worry about that silly buns! Drink up now, it's yummy! Three big gulps for Ritsu now!" Azusa was a smart girl, she knew not to talk to strangers, or to get in to cars with them, she learned that from such a young age! But all that didn't seem to matter, she had just started gulping down a glass of something that she didn't even know what. "Carrot. Once I got home I went through my entire collection looking for something to really get him going but couldn’t decide on anything. It was getting late so I just slipped on a white satin cami with a pair of boy-shorts and sat down to eat dinner. While eating I thought about how far I’d let him go if he was as hot and bothered as I hoped he would be, and decided to stop him just short of intercourse.The old saying, 'why pay for the cow when you can get the milk for free' kept running through my. “We need to know who shot and where the shots went,” he says.“Well, 4 large men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large crack of thunder then a second crack which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first shot at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our secret service security guys withdrew their weapons and returned fire,” she told the officer.“And where was Mr. Greene located?” Sargent Major asked.“He was standing next to his wife Jill,”.“And where is Mrs..