A real writer like you will write it much better, maybe use his words and actions to reveal more of his character: his feelings of alienation and lack...of decisiveness. Do you get the idea?Wolfe hesitated before responding. "I'm ... maybe. I have seen things like that in the scripts. The way you describe it, it begins to make sense. Boy, I'm going to have to completely reinvent the way I tell a story."Gene, it's going to take me time to get the hang of this. I'll have to go though the book,. “Heeeey, nooo faaaaaair! You know I get dizzzzzzzy fasssssssssst,” she slurred.“That's the whole point, you can let go at any time now,” I teased.Instead of her letting go like I planned, she brought her arms down to my and started tickling me, and I stopped spinning and started laughing and dropped to the ground, just like I'm guessing she planned. I exploited her weakness, and she exploited mine, and they had us rolling around in the grass trying to best the other and end up on top, the whole. I went in and closed the door, waited, and when I saw the handle turn I pulled it open.He stood and I moved to the side, my need was now bordering desperate, the heat was over me, 'Quick come in', and he squeezed past me, I closed the door and bolted it, looking us both in this small cubical, two strangers about to commit the most basic of human needs, 'Quick', I said excitedly, 'we must be quick', and as I spoke I started to hike my hemline high over my hips, revealing my lack of decency, my. ‘You’re a Lord’s daughter?’ he asked incredulously, as he drank deep her beauty with his eyes, naturally curled locks the color of a summer sunset that dangled here and there, popping off the pale canvas of her creamy skin. Her eyes were blazing jade as she contorted her face in disgust at her situation, though nonetheless heart stopping. Her pouty pink lips were curled in a sneer as she looked the two of them up and down. ‘You’re thieves!? Pardon, renowned thieves at that,’ she jeered, ‘my.