"Yeah..I'm with you to a point," I grudgingly confess. "I like..being physical with you too. Probably more than I should. You fuck me better than--”... I contort my face to stop the words, this is probably too much. I shake my head and look away. “Better than what?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and hang my head. “Tell me Chanel,” he responds, trying to move his face in front of mine. “Better than I’ve ever had, ok?” I snap, looking back at him. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are. "Oh," she whimpered, wincing again. "Do I have to?"I nodded. "It hurts me more than it hurts you." Right," she muttered, eyeing the spoon with mild terror. "Oh... all right." She opened her mouth and I dipped the spoon inside. Mugging and wincing, she took it all, swallowed, and slithered her tongue around thickly. "Oh, that is *so* disgusting! This is supposed to be the atomic age. Can't modern science do better than this?"Her mother came into the room and retrieved the spoon. She stood beside. Not a bit. I've seen diesel engines get 70 to 85 miles to the gallon without any massive batteries, with regular conventional engines. There is No need to strip mine a Canadian forest to get the nickel the battery cells needs. I never see a Toyota Prius, at a strip club, picking up or dropping off any hot chicks. I see a Prius driver, and I weep for their souls. Their life, their goal is to say, I bought a shity car, because I want everyone to know I want to save the earth. It's a slap in. I threw on a baggy vest which for the most part covered my shorts just so that I didn’t come across presumptuous and made sure the squash was topped up and chilled, I grabbed a beer and took another pill just to be on the safe side, I didn’t have long before the doorbell rang.OMG Tiffany wasn’t alone, standing there with my smiling neighbour was what was obviously a friend, dressed in the summer pink and white squared dress which if I am honest was a size or two too small as not only was it.