My drink looked pinker than Mrs. Parsons, I guess because I'd asked for it to be sweet. It tasted good, a little bitter like from lemon juice. Mrs. Pa...sons was the first to finish her drink, holding up her glass and asking for another one. This time, Mr. Parsons didn't try to talk her out of it. Instead, he drank his whole glass down first, and then went back to the bar again, making two new drinks. It became a contest between them to see who could drink theirs down the fastest. When Gerta came. It feeds on internal logic and constitute its organs, its substance. My behavior is the heart of my business. I am strange. I come from Vertige. I am therefore Vertige and we must not see me coming. I have more sense than feelings. Here for a part of my intention secréte… But, as one might say coincidence: the chance is a secret and I am sure my secret. So how to cross the fire ?Prometheus had to be the first artist, long before Apollo. This giant to make good service to ordinary people who do. And a man that she didn't love to boot! As far as Jim Carroll was concerned, that thrilling few minutes in his office had told her that she really and truly did love him!The cold night wind blew against her face, and she buttoned her long coat all the way down, covering the scanty covering of her stylishly outfitted body.She walked all the way, and got to the house by 8:15. It wasn't going to be a terribly late evening... just intense, and Ginnie knew that when Jim arrived and saw just exactly. He places a hand on her waist and looks her up and down. She is perfect. He holds her and kisses her slowly, pulling her up from the sheets, tight against his body. She relaxes and melts into the kiss, leaning into his embrace. Thank goodness hes finally home. A long day of play has left her body tired and sore, but still she must do her duties. Hello master, how was your day? Im sorry, I meant to make the bed before you got home.. he chuckles at her and ruffles her hair, Dont worry about it.