I have no problems with killing anyone who triesto harm me. Before Aung's men, I thought no one had the right to takesomeone else's life. I guess I've... been so abused by others that I justdon't care anymore. It also may be part of the makeup of a naga. Idon't know. Nagas according to mythology were the guardians to keepevil spirits from entering our world. They also sent evil men to theplanes of the evil spirits. Therefore, I suppose that if I'm defendingmyself or those I care about, I'm just. Like now as I look frantically around the alley for anything that would make a good weapon and settle on a nice two by four half sticking out of one of the trashcans. He sees what I see, wants what I want and for a moment we both pause waiting for the other to move. It’s a familiar feeling for me, waiting for the other to move. Waiting to get the call that he finally fucked my girlfriend silly or for Sam to call teasing me about how much better he was at cuddling in the afterglow. The thing is. '' "In a moment," he answered, "but I just want to tell you that I'm already erect and fisting my pecker." A slight groan escaped her lips, and in a shaky voice she demanded, "well show yourself if you have the guts, I'm waiting." Several seconds later, a tall man appeared in front of the window with his back turned, and almost in slow motion began turning around to face her. "Oh my," she gasped as his erection came into view. "You like that do you?" he asked while taking it into his hand and. Her nipple was sucked up into the cup further and further with every squeeze of the vacuum pump until it was almost painfully tight.She moaned at first, feeling her nipple being sucked up into the device, but as he continued to pump the handle her moans turned to whimpers of discomfort and pain. He stopped when she began whimpering–he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself. He closed off the plastic valve and disconnected the hose to reattach it to another cup.Again he put the end of the cup.