Once in bed when we reenacted out our romance history I remembered seeing him reading the exact same book that was on the first day he brought me: whe...n we were in that Chinese restaurant, so I dared to ask him what he was reading in that Chinese restaurant on the day he brought me. And he merely said: ?It was not something that would interest a woman.? However, curiosity got the better hold of me. It was a dark colored book and the title had the Chinese word ?zhi? at the end. So during. ’ It was probably a near-textbook definition. Abby had mentioned to Mike once that she had an eidetic memory. ‘See it, remember it,’ Mike had heard her say. ‘Right,’ Miss Mahoney said. ‘The exact cause of neuroses are unknown. What is known is that they compel the sufferer to take actions based upon false reasoning. Can anyone give me an example of a neurosis?’ Miss Mahoney looked at Mike, intently. ‘Great,’ he thought. ‘Mr. Connors?’ Mike met the brunette’s eyes. ‘Sorry. You got me.’ Liz. I used to be one, and -- if I say so myself -- a good one. Now, I’m just an executive.” She had to think about that. She’d been raised around executives who thought that they were the acme of civilization. Rentiers might have more money, but they were somewhat degenerate. Eric clearly thought that becoming an executive was a step down from being a programmer.“Well, I bet that nobody comes up to a programmer on a social occasion and tells them his symptoms.”“Not even his crashed computer’s. "Look who's fooling around now," my sister teased as she leaned her head back so that my face was engulfed in her long, silken tresses. My fingers started to squeeze and caress the heavy, milk laden globes. Abby groaned as a first thick stream of milk arced out from her left breast."Into the bowl ... milk me into the bowl," Abby demanded as her body squirmed in my lap."Huh? What bowl?" I asked about three seconds before I realized what my sisters 'special' egg nog ingredient was going to be..