Standing before me was a five foot seven, blue-eyed beauty with dark red hair. She had on a T-shirt and tight skirt. Her perfectly applied lipstick ma...tched her nails and her open toed heels. She introduced herself as Debbie. Various thoughts immediately ran through my head, none of which would have furthered my career."Can I play the winner?" she asked. Her question made me glad I had spent a significant portion of my misspent youth hanging out in pool halls, as I was way ahead of Joyce in this. ‘In what way?’ He replied, hoping she would solve the riddle on her own, despite knowing the exact answer. ‘In the way that, lasts forever and is encompassed by all that poetic bullshit Dickens and Latin writers have gone on about forever. The way that we are, not as living people but as two connecting beings, recognizing the preexisting traits and qualities in the other that we knew to have in ourselves all along, bringing them out. Sharpening them, honing them. Puzzle pieces fitting together.. "What now?" Fine! Try, because you're going to start off your day by apologizing toKara and spending your morning in the nail salon while I pay for hernails to be repaired," his mother replied as they got in the elevator."The place opens at 7am sharp, and luckily we got the firstappointment." Oh?" Hunter bowed his head. "We can afford that? and doesn't she hateme?" No, and probably," said his mother. "But you're doing it anyway." Fantastic!" Hunter said sarcastically, shaking his head. "I. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most accomodating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in lubricious detail the activities of recent past ultimately to the delight and renewal of the three of us, then made me a long distance contributor in a most.