Our lives. They want it all. And they’re going to take it. But only if we let them. The haters can wear deceptively familiar faces. My father is a ...ociopath. A man without conscience. Most people don’t know this about him. He’s tall, good-looking, preternaturally intelligent and extremely charming. He’s the director of the second largest airline in my country of origin. He’s got many sons and daughters by different women. He’s respected and feared in the business community back home. The man. ”“Would you be willing to make a detour for me?”The man on the screen rubbed his chin, “I’d have to charge you a nominal fee,” he said, “Say a hundred credits.” He shrugged, “Yeah, why not, after all you’ve made us a fair parcel of credit. Send them over and I’ll take them home for you.”“Thanks, Captain,” said Colin with a grin, glad that he had solved that little problem. “Now, do you happen to know where I can sell an obsolete replenishment vessel?”“No,” said the Captain with a shake of the. -- Do you use this shit for real? I couldn’t help but laugh, Ricardo moaned even louder as my vaginal muscles contracted with my laughter. - FUCK yeah… What’s wrong with that? -- Nothing, I just didn’t think hot girls used these things. I thought it was just for ugly chicks. The innocence in his voice made me laugh yet again sending shocks of pure delight through Ricardo’s firm joystick. - No silly, they are not just for “ugly chicks.” Now shut the fuck up and come fuck me! He walked over to. I feel your warm breath in my ear, feel you kiss my neck. I am trying to remember every moment, every feeling, and I know that no matter where our futures take us, that we will always have this time. No one can take it from us. When something is this wonderful you shouldn't try to explain it, you should just hold it close to your heart and let its memory sustain you for as long as you need. We hold each other close, our bodies communicating with each other beyond the medium of words. We had.