Und dashie? erst einmal die M?dchen zu beruhigen.Ich trank einen hei?en Kakao, der extrem gut schmeckte. Und dazu gab eskleine Schokoladen-T?felchen. ...Schokolade soll ja Gl?cksgef?hle wecken. Indiesem Moment war ich nicht abgeneigt, es zu glauben. Der Kakao war sogut, dass ich das Gespr?ch zwischen ihm und Mom kaum mitbekam.Ich wachte aus meiner Schokoladen Trance erst auf, als er mich ansprach."Mit deiner Mom ist alles geregelt, nun lass uns ins Studio gehen. DerFotograf m?sste jeden Moment. ”“I was good at what I did,” I replied, “... maybe a little too good. I got sucked into some really super secret projects and ended up with a really high level security clearance. Then one day one of the other techs came into my office and set a folder on my desk. ‘Are you willing to work on this?’ he asked, tapping on the front of the folder.”I held my hands as if I was holding that folder and looked up at her for a moment. Then I continued, “The folder was the standard red of all of our work. She put a hand on his shoulder. Allan recovered to face the finest set of boobs he had ever seen. Moving onward, Gretchen pulled Allan’s bowtie off and opened his top shirt button. She took his hands and lifted him to stand before her. ‘I am a very guarded business woman. I want to be sure that my counselors have the capacity to totally service my needs.’ Gretchen continued her labors lower, opening his shirt, then his belt, then his zipper. She pushed Allan’s shirt off his shoulders and his. As I lay there unable to see my ears were put to full useas I listened around me for clues of what was going on. From a littleways away I heard what sounded like a teenage boy, "Mom, I'm not a babywhy do I have to wear this diaper?" Look sweetheart, I know you're not... but the law is anyone under four-and-a-half feet has to wear a diaper for the safety of the otherpassengers." But I'm not a little... I just haven't hit my growth..." If you keep your whining we'll go ahead and make that rule.