“Enough to get by over here.”“And that is... ?” Müller prompted.“Ein bier, bitte!” Brad replied with a grin.“But that’s just ordering...a single beer,” Müller protested. “You aren’t even specifying a brand.”“And in Germany, does it really matter? You have something like two-thirds of the world’s operating breweries, and almost all of their beers are good. Besides,” he added, “this way I might well get a beer I’ve never heard of that I would like better than one I might have ordered.”By this time. " I turn to face her, " Take your shoes off. Your heels are scratching my floors." " Your floor, this place is yours and there's no one else here?" I just looked at her and took a deep breath. " You do know your ex- husband Michael gambles," I said sarcastically. " What you may not know is Michael is a broke ass creep. His parents are deadbeat pretentious scam artists. Well creepy Michael made a large bet with me and I won. I wanted the payoff to be something priceless -- that was you." Her. If he thinks a Theirin should be King, I'll not disagree with him." Even to your own detriment? Even given a better alternative? You seem an educated woman, Sierra. Do you truly believe it takes a man to rule a country? That some mythical connection to Calenhad and dragon blood makes a good leader? My husband had the same bloodline, but he was a well-meaning fool. This country does not need more well-meaning fools. Platitudes will not drive Ferelden to recover."I was getting angry at her. The package had been exquisite, so much so that I had been willing to wait until marriage before having sex with her. Big mistake that! Oh, she was responsive and willing - twice a week on Tuesday and Saturday - but only with the lights in the bedroom off, night gown on and lifted to the waist, condom AND diaphragm in place and even then only in the missionary position. Oral sex? Oh no, much too disgusting. Care to try a touch of anal? Get away from me you disgusting pervert! No, Rhonda looked.