"Cause we're BFFs? Duh? We promised we'd look out for each other.Especially when it comes to guys. We're going to find our happyendings together." she... intertwined her fingers with mine. "Isn't thatwhat we always wanted?" He held my hand!" I was still swooning. "He was going to take me homeand cum on my tits. It was so romantic." You don't even know his name." She laughed."I don't care! It was love!" No," she laughed, "it was a horny little schoolgirl getting allworked up about a cute boy. I am making no money as a result of the writing of this story/CHYOA. All characters in this story are aged 18 years old or older.~ ~ ~Dead or Alive: Xtreme 3 - Resort Serviceby DaxG2001 ([email protected])~ ~ ~It seemed a steal of a job. Working on an exclusive, sunshine vacation resort away from the worries and troubles of the rest of the world. Especially with the rumours that the guest list to the island was almost exclusively for attractive women from across the globe.Only for Michael, he. The trouble was all of those reporters and editors who pushed their own political beliefs through selecting news stories and applying a slant to then, the "narrative", had lowered the respect people had for journalists. The feeling was now: If you want to change the world, get personally involved, don't become an advocate with a newspaper column or a TV show.Robbyn, a girl my age who was widely expected to be the next Chapter President, was walking to campus with me one day, and we got to. Or were you asking if he could bring his army with him?”“His army certainly. What use would he be alone? For that matter, why not by train?”“Do you think the march from Atlanta to Savannah by the Army of the Mississippi was merely a way to get to Savannah?” Butler asked.“Well, I have spoken with some of your officers, and they seem prouder of the march than of the capture of the city.”“Sherman left a wide swath with no railroad tracks. So did we, if not so wide. Not only does the South not have.