Eachslap was pure pleasure for me and in a certain way I wanted that tohappen more and more. All of a sudden I started thinking about what willhappen ...when I'd go back to London. How would I explain my "improvement"to my wife? How would I explain it to everyone at work? Would I be ableto find any clothes that could hide my new shape? A new slap on my leftcheek brought me back to the moment I was living, and shortly after Iarrived at the Randomiser where a new group of 15 or 20 people. "I'm sure he'd be quite pleased to hear that from your lips."Crow shrugged. "He's not in my department and I try not to mingle with people not in my department." Except for Mikey Garcia, right?" Jake asked with a smile.Crow chose to ignore this remark. "I've never quite understood why people like that rap shit anyway. It sounds like a bunch of noise to me." He shrugged again. "Oh well. It makes us a lot of money." And that's what it's all about, right?" Jake asked."Exactly," Crow said, either. I called my mom n she said that it was kept in the bedroom cupboard. I called her inside and asked her to help me find it. She started talking to me about getting a policy and that I was young and so should start investing and stuff. I was admiring her beautiful looks all this while. I just found the courage and told her that she is one of the most beautiful ladies I have seen around me. I also asked her that how come she never married. She seemed a little offended by this question but she just. The rain continued to pelt them, its stinging rebuke hammering those that would oppose it, a constant reminder of the danger it represented. Steam rolled off Ansel and the strange woman. She collapsed and fell forward into the mud, shivering, the cold of the rain finally overcoming her. Ansel sighed realising she must be exhausted from her pursuit. "Nothing good would come of this." He thought. Ansel scooped her up into his arms. She dangled there, draped across his massive forearms, limp and.