Ignoring the frantic efforts to get out of the way, the cat nonchalantly sauntered down to the dais that she was still standing on and brushed it's se...lf against her legs."Trouble Darling?" Well duh". She was not impressed with her guide. "What's with these guys?" Susan resisted the urge to stamp her foot in the classic spoilt princess routine."Seems to me, we have a bit of a situation here." His calm and condescending tone was really grating her nerves."No shit Sherlock..." She would have. She whined about how she never could be attractive enough, how men never seemed to want her. she didn't realize that he was talking while driving to her house. He listened to her wallow in self pity, and asked what she had worn out. She had gone for a classy look that night - a pencil shirt with a blouse - which she mentioned she had left unbuttoned enough to show her ample breasts. She had worn his favorite boots- a pair of stilletto knee highs that he had frequently thought of her in. As she. As he dropped, I brought my left hand over to my right shoulder and when his throat was at the perfect height, struck it as hard as I could with the side of my hand. I felt his throat crunch and crumble under my attack, causing his eyes to widen in fear as he became unable to breathe.This all happened in seconds, while his compatriots looked on in shock as their leader was rendered helpless. I stepped back as he continued to struggle for air, slowly suffocating as we watched, though my eyes. Tom was mulling over all these thoughts and the new impressions the day was presenting him with as he properly explored his surroundings. He found the stream that flanked the western boundary of the Success Nudist Resort and spent a few pleasant moments skipping stones across the tranquil surface of one of the stream’s languid pools. Tom even had a good pee onto some of the rocks by those pools. He had a sudden very limited feeling of guilt as he watched several bugs of various descriptions get.