Or sometimes even while walking home if it was a warm day ... and I wouldn’t have a reason to put one on again until leaving the next morning. My mo... was happy that I had that confidence, and that I made less laundry! I’d run around the neighborhood, hang out with friends, skateboard, ride my bike, play soccer or basketball at the school sports court in the evenings ... and unless it was cold out, you’d find me with no shirt on probably 80% of the time. And summer vacation? I definitely had no. If you have any unique supplies, like spices, cooking equipment, hobby things -- we can program them into the replicator."But, Mary, I have to ask you something formally. I think you know the kind of personal and professional relationship I want, but the Confederacy formally knows only sponsors and concubines. I have to tell you that if you accept me as a sponsor, I have total power and you have no rights. Do you trust me enough to accept that I won't abuse them?"Yes, Terry. I do." AI! Mary. I’m just. . . Before I had kids. . .’ That’s a sentence that’s going nowhere, so I try again. ‘I’m just having a week where it feels like every day is harder to get through than the day before.’ ‘Something happen?’ ‘No, it’s something with me.’ And then I talk. I tell you about the frustration of being on my own over a year with the kids and suddenly realizing I have no idea where the wound disinfectant is in my own apartment. Or the depression of realizing that I was getting angry at my. And im packin my guitar in my car, and lizzy comes struttin up to me, puts her arms around me and kisses me, then i feel her tongue slip in my mouth and i gladly accept it and massage her tongue with mine. the kiss ends and she whispers in my ear " take me home." so i get the rest of my shit, she gets in my car and we head for my home. we get to my house and we go in head for the basement, where i live. she sits down on the corner of my bed, i dim the lights real low, turn the stereo on low,.