..i never met anyone''''oh is that true''''so you never sucked a cock?''''no....''''that is about to change isnt it baby boy''he pull his pants down ,... i looked at the nice bbc his hand reach my head and i just look at it , pulled down closer until i was mouth filled and i took place at his side on the couch one hand on his bbc my mouth working like i trai on my toy so many time ''you did that before slut dont lie to daddy''''no i swear but i have a bbc toy''''oh is that it''''you train to suck. After a few years Dark Rose's music career took off and she left Tescos.Then I was obliged to start socialising with the other staff.It didn't get much beyond one of them saying something like "Nice day,wasn't it?" to which I would reply something like "Was it?" and thatwould draw a response like "You're weird" but it was conversation.It didn't get much beyond that though.There was one guy Keith, who didn't reply "You're weird" but seemed toget what being a goth was about and although he did. Not necessarily narrative in style, but in effect. In a narrative, neither writer nor reader is forgetful, it’s only telling a story, a one sided conversation. Allows ad-libs to the audience. Like this note.This is what I write. I’m not any good at the immersion story. Probably not very good at narration either. Your comments make the conversation more two sided.I spend a lot of words on mundane daily activities, relationships, and minor problems. That’s life. Coping with life’s ordinary. Inside the hall it was still warm, the fires doing a much better job than expected to keep things warm, and the firewood was lasting very well too. A dispatch rider arrived and departed, a packet of letters from back home finally catching up with them.There was also a dispatch from the HQ wanting the platoon in full uniform at midday. There was no reason given, just the details of where and when they were to present themselves. O'Malley made sure everyone was ready, then he drove their truck.