“Yeah. That kind of thing happens every day in the topsy turvy world of Elizabethan literature. I’m sure that’s how it happened.”Bob sat there.... He reflected on how, in what he now thought of as his previous life, (or pre-Kendra life), that kind of sarcasm, coming from a beautiful young woman, would have cut him to the quick. Now, amazingly, it wasn’t threatening at all.“Surely, if this desk had been sitting there for hundreds of years, somebody would have been curious enough to open it before. She started asking my mother about the problem and I was busy observing her. She looked beautiful with sharp features. Her eyes were big and round, perhaps eyes were making her face very attractive. Then her lips looked so beautiful. You can say those lips were looking perfect on her face.She was not having any lipstick on her lips. She looked so simple yet very attractive. But there is one more reality in this world. How good we men may be, from the heart, but there is always some sensation. Her hand then brushed my leg and found it's way to my crotch, for a second or two she had a firm grip of my manhood. Almost as if she was checking the size of it. ''Oh, sorry,'' she mumbled dropping her hand. She rolled off of her side and onto her back, she tried to stretch but then changed her mind.''How are you feeling Emma?'' I asked.''Fucked.'' she replied bluntly, ''But without actually being fucked.''I smiled and let out a short laugh, ''I think you're going to fit right in over there.''. Diese riesen Schule war nichts f?r laufschwache, bis zur Mensa brauchteich knapp 10 Minuten, Tim hing mir an den Fersen, irgendwie ging er mirauf die Nerven."Sag mal, willst du was von mir? oder warum furzt du wie mein Schattenhinter mir rum?" Ich wollte dich nur fragen ob du Japanisch fertig hast?" Da", ich klatschte ihm mein Heft in die H?nde und bezahlte meinenSnickers.Er zog ab, gl?cklich die Hausaufgaben machen zu k?nnen. Das ich ihn wegschikcte war eventuell in ersten Moment eine gute.