However, before I ask my questions, I want to thank you for the way you have cared for me since we found each other. My first question, and I probably... already know the answer, is: are you responsible for the way that women chase after me?If you are responsible, could you tell me in simple words how you do it. Please know that I am not complaining, but I am curious. Women never gave me a second glance before we bonded, so I am sure that you are somehow involved.My third question is whether or. But not before she made a request that I found humorous."Do me a favor and stay inside, tonight. It's Friday, and there's too many college kids out partying. I don't need you in trouble." She'd said, making it very hard for me not to laugh. If she only knew.Before too long, I'd heard the bass of an approaching vehicle, and peeked out the window to see who it was. The blue camaro was creeping into the parking lot, with it's ground effects on. The radio blared whatever hip-hop pop song was the. There were a lot of inside jokes that flew around the table as the wine flowed and the food was consumed. You could tell if you watched closely that Liz was a little preoccupied as was Gem, but otherwise the whole evening was delightful and very nice! James led Don and I downstairs to a room that had a 100+ inch TV on one wall and big comfortable couches and overstuffed chairs s**ttered about so that the anyone that gathered in the room could easily see both the television or turn and face. He wondered if it had recorded anything besides Diane going into bed to sleep. He removed the SD card and placed it into an adapter and then placed it into his computer.It had recorded what had transpired in the bedroom which astonished Scott. The first thing Scott saw was Diane walking into the bedroom with her blouse unbuttoned and her bra pushed up over her breasts. She took off her blouse and bra and then she stepped out of her skirt and panties before she reclined on the bed. Donald.