.. what about my arms and hands?)I flexed my arms, and saw the same person flex very nicely his strong, toned, muscular arms so that both bulges were ...showing. I looked at my hands again, and saw the same guy in the mirror rub two rough, hairy, quite masculine hands together as well. (Whew! I think I'm losing it, probably from waiting for this stupid program to finish. What can I do now to occupy my time? Hmmm.... Maybe I'll do some exercise; that always makes me feel. He set the camera on the coffee table. He walked to the girls at the bar. He stood trembling, his prick oozing pre-cum."I wanna play with your pussies," he whispered."Well, you didn't say nothing 'bout that, sir," Nancy teased."Yeah, you said just pictures," Chris huffed."But -- but, girls. I'll give you more money," he said, going to his wallet, taking out some more hundreds and placing them on the bar by the girls."I suppose you can then, Mr. Milton," Nancy said. "Okay, Chris? Wanna let him. According to my therapist, I have "unreserved rage" and I "could be a danger to society if I am taken off my medication". Yeah, I get angry, but who doesn't get angry at stupid people when they do stupid things? Just because I don't put up with it I am labeled broken and some quack earns a good living off of pretending to try and fix me. All this asshole does is sit on the chair, ask me stupid shit and want to know my feelings about it. HELLO? I HAVE 'ANGER ISSUES'. IM ANGRY ABOUT IT! What the. Was he speaking to her? ‘¿Hola? ¿Habla usted conmigo? ¿Quién allí? ¿Habla usted conmigo?’ she heard herself answer back. A tall figure pulled away the large metal thing that had pinned her between a brick wall. Momo was unsure of what to expect and immediately missed Prince’s familiarity. What had she gotten herself into? She had heard that some people on Earth could be unfriendly from Prince’s memories and hoped this man would not hurt her. A round, friendly face loomed over her and her nerves.