Faustus Mortal: Distancia Amiga! Sari Stone: d(A,Q) = d(A,B) + d(B,Q). Faustus Mortal: No. Sari Stone: What? ‘No!’ Faustus Mortal: d(A,Q) = d(B,Q).... Sari Stone: Impossible! This would make d(A,B) = 0. Faustus Mortal: Precisely. Sari Stone is confused. Faustus Mortal How to get out of this dilemma? Sari Stone: Dp tell. Faustus Mortal: ‘Q’ is not an interior point. It is a boundary point. Sari Stone: What? Faustus Mortal: The boundary of the universe is expanding. Sari Stone: I buy that. Faustus. It was actually a long letter taking up what would have been almost four pages of legal size stationary.In that email I told her I thought her not telling me about her "new" love when I was home was more than cowardly; it was despicable and showed a lack of character. I said that she was a cheating, lying, self centered bitch. I mentioned that Jerry must be some kind of real macho man to let the woman he loves spend more than twenty nights in bed with her old boyfriend. I'm sure he did that. Miss Emily crossed her legs and folded her arms glaring at Sharon who wasn’t sure what the glare meant; until Miss Emily told her. “When you are in detention and standing in front of me you will put your hands on your head, my girl.” “Sorry, Miss,” Sharon said apologetically placing her hands back on to her head. Miss Emily continued in her firm tone, “Next time you will get your legs slapped. Understood?” “Yes, Miss,” Sharon replied biting her lip. She remembered the haughty tone of voice and. Or wherever your sentiment or understanding of a romantic spot may take you - it is there. That touch, those fingertips over the gentle skin of your wrists. At first it's only that - a static touch - but then it begins moving, flowing, tracing down your palm, leaving a trail of energy. By the time it's gone back up to your wrists, the tingling has already sunk underneath your skin, gnawing to your bones, seizing in its teeth. Fingers wrap wide around your arms in agonizing slowness, quickly.