Tinypic.com/2zrp18o.jpgStranger: some of my back tatsYou: Corny. Might even kill my hardonStranger:http://i51.tinypic.com/wv39ki.jpg and my heart moni...tor pic from last weekStranger: and thats itYou: Well I'll have something to read when I fuck u doggy styleStranger: mein kampf?You: lolStranger: oh you mean the tatsStranger: hahaYou: How about I put on my east German trench coat and fuck you like the bad little Jewess you are?Stranger: mmmmmm that is very delicous indeedYou: Maybe if you can fit. Call me tomorrow, and I do mean call!"On the way out I stopped at the reference desk to report the dead computer. The girl behind the counter, a slim, tall, redhead, took that information. Then I noticed two significant things about her. One, she had a cameo, just like mine, and two, she was about six months pregnant. Her nametag read Petra Ivanova-Miller."Do you mind if I ask, How long have you had that Cameo?"She gave me an odd look, well sure, it was an odd question. A person would expect to. I thought my dick would snap in half.We sat opposite each other, me in my baggy shorts and Jay in a half an ounce of material, sipping wine and eating ceviche and crackers. She smiled at me."So, let me ask you," she said between bites, "I can be topless on this beach, right? Atlantic Avenue Beach has lots of families and kids and you're not supposed to - but here it is alright?" Yes. Topless is okay. I sometimes skinny dip by taking my suit off in the water. Sometimes, I lay nude behind the. I went into the office for the morning, carrying a garment bag with my Clan Lord robes. For once, there were no crises to interfere with my last-minute preparations; I didn't know if I should be happy, or insulted that Ritmurt didn't find it necessary to provoke some distractions to keep me off balance. I decided to be happy for small favors, and had a quick meal before 'suiting up' in my Craxill finest.I got some startled looks as I left the office, but not one comment. My subordinates weren't.