I walked in and told him our situation, he felt sorry but stressed he couldnt give away gas. I asked if he had any money on him while twisting the but...ton on my shirt. He said yeah but none he could afford to spend. I chatted with him until the customer in there left, then I walked behind the counter. He asked what I was doing, and I started rubbing under his shirt, and asked again if he could help us out, he said maybe a discount, nothing else though. I begged a little more and ducked under the. But after a while I heard the camera again. I kept going until I had an orgasm, then stopped and pretended to go into a peaceful sleep. A few minutes later there was a loud noise, and I 'woke up'. I sat up and noticed that Jon's erection had gone, and that one of the girls was still on their balcony. I picked up my book and went out and sat on a chair. The girl looked over, and said hello. I said 'hi' back, and started talking about the weather and started a conversation about where each of us. Yes, it’s a transliteration, it’s a BAD one! We can ask Troilus’ cousin Leonidas about it! Did you even fucking TALK to a Greek before you began filming?”“That ‘fiddle with the camera speed’ thing was cool back in ‘300;’ but ok, what OTHER tricks ya got, Snyder? I mean, he isn’t BAD; ‘Dawn of the Dead’ and ‘Watchmen’ were cool, he just ain’t what you’d call GOOD, either.”“OK,” Helen said, taking another puff. “The guy ain’t murdered either of our parents. He’s not a hack, just not a good fit. I took note of the fact that he’d served her first, rather than the guests, which told me quite a bit about what she thought of us.“What are your concerns, Mrs. Lundgren?” Jamie asked, as he and Phil had planned when we had lunch before the meeting.Both he and Phil had yellow legal pads on their laps, with pens poised to take notes.“That this young man has filled my daughter’s head with crazy notions and convinced her to abandon her family.”Jamie smiled, “For the sake of argument only, and.