“I like to read.”“Reading is good,” Mike told her. “What type of books do you like?”Lois told him of the series she was reading and about ...other books she had read in the past. He told her of some of the books he liked as a young man and even recommended a few to her. After a few minutes, they came to a fork in the trail and stopped.“Which way?” Mike asked her.“What’s down this path?” Lois asked, indicating the path to the left.“Let’s find out,” Mike smiled at her.Another few minutes passed. Emily was hoping she’d be safest hiding amid the mass of joggers that would inevitably be there. Unfortunately, all of those joggers tended to run early in the morning before going to work. Still, it was green and the air felt a little cleaner than downtown. She took a deep breath and began stretching. Even if his first gift had felt and continued to feel quite nice, she didn’t need anything else from Him. In the open air, and freely moving and twisting, feeling the warm arousing buzz from her. The first port of call was located at the centre of the citadel's level. He opened a tiny door and we stepped onto a metal gantry that ran around the edge of a vast circular duct that rose up through the middle of the structure, from top to bottom. Metal rungs provided an arduous means of ascent, other than that of the elevator. Never good with heights, I peered tentatively over the railing into the abyss, feeling a sense of deep trepidation.With hundreds of floors above and even more below, it. Your name was Peter Newman, a regular guy who just happened to find a website one day offering millions of dollars to come on a game show. You hadn't heard of this game show, so you were sceptical at first, but with your brother advising you to do it, you found yourself signing up. The document you signed required your name, address, age and a picture of your face. Weirdly, you had to describe your appearance beneath it. You wrote that you had long, wavy brown hair and a fairly average look.