"Do you know where that comes from?" No, where?" he said."In medieval England, knights were afraid of being poisoned, so they'dclick chalices so that ...iquid from everyone's chalice would go intoeveryone else's. If it was poisoned, everyone would be poisoned." Huh," he said with a smile. "Learn something new every day. So why doyou hate Jason?" I don't hate him. Not at all. He's just...." Dull?" he said, with a smile. She looked down. "He's not dull. He'sjust a regular guy. They don't have. I feared he would challenge me on my facial piercings, or find something else he didn't like to weird out about. People usually do. Then he said, "I mean, you shouldn't trust Fitzgerald to give you the truest experience of what they created. I'd suggest Lattimore for Homer, Mandelbaum and then maybe West for the Aeneid. And no, you're not reading Homer, you're reading Fitzgerald." "How do you know so fucking much?" I demanded in an even tone. I arched my brows, as though willing the stud in my. She did and I placed a piece of paper in front of her.She glanced at this, asking “You ready for this, Richard?” and without my answer she went into one of those great musical setups that begs the singer to start to sing, so, I started to belt...JIM “Why don’t I knowthat she loves me?Why don’t I knowthat she cares?Oh Oh, Why don’t I knowthat she wanted to have kids?And, why don’t I knowwhy she colors her hair?And why don’t I knowthat she loves...Somebody else but me...”“Wow, Rich!” she said as. Work was boring and her sexual frustration was starting to get the better of her. She decided that that day after work she would head into town and buy a butterfly. As soon as she got home she opened the packet and looked at it. She had expected to be put off by it as soon as she took it out but the thought of what it could do to her made her frustration build even higher and her excitement built. She decided to give it a quick test run that night before taking it out the next day. That.