"Please just let me go." I pleaded."Go where, bug?" She returned."Go home, away from here." I replied."Awww my poor pathetic little bug," she started,... "you can't go home, your trapped here forever." She smiled, taking great delight in telling me of my hopeless situation."W-what do you mean?" I asked through a choked voice."Think about it," she began to explain, "this is an uncharted island, far away from anywhere you pitiful insect humans could ever possibly reach, I haven't seen a little human. Natalie’s first job as a reporter had been a crappy little community paper where the managing editor had only worked at the paper and McDonald’s. The pay was crap and the city editor didn’t know shit and she worked there a year to gain experience before moving on to a better and bigger paper. The other reporters had been fun and she had liked being with them — but she had fallen for Reece Shah. He was Middle Eastern with dark looks and moody ways and they had fought constantly. Any cliché that. Is liye mere kandhe par sir rakh ke jor jor se sanse le rahi thi. Mere pati bhi meri sas ko piche se lipat kar mere hoth chumne lage. Meri chut ko chatne ki bajah se main puri garm ho chuki thi is liye main mere pati ko jor jor se chum rahi thi. Main aur mere pati ek dusre ko thodi der tak aise hi chumte rahe. Tab tak meri sas normal ho gayi thi. Fir meri sas ne mere hotho par ek lumbi sexy kiss di aur fir uske bete ko kiss ki aur hum dono ko apni bahon me leke mafi mangi aur kaha ki sorry main. "Oh, sure! I remember," Dan exclaimed. "Let's see ... I'm pretty sure your name begins with a C ... Charlotte? ... No. Candy? ... No! Cindy! You must be Cindy!" Right," Cindy replied, drawing out the word. "Daniel Patrick Burke, you do know I'm going to get even, don't you? I still owe you for pretending you were still an analyst..."Incidentally, I went to a NOW meeting. It was a waste of time," she finished."Why was it a waste?" Because you hear so much chatter about women as a receptacle for.