Buki..." the soft sound of a female voice floated through my mind. It was very familiar, part of an endearment. I knew this, but I didn't know why. I ...ried to concentrate, but the tightness in my chest seemed to amplify.I was on my knees. I could feel the wood beneath them, could hear the soft sounds of the ocean. A soft smell of the sea, and of a thin, almost ephemeral perfume. I knew it, the scent so familiar.I was dreaming.My eyes flew open, revealing the painted white ceiling of my home.. Ramyakke enne kanan aarunnu she wants to see a gay fuck also.. Ramyayude munpil veche ikka enne kiss cheythu ikkayum njanum bedi kidanne pulakam kollunnu ramya oru stoolil irunne chirichond kaanunnu…Njan ikkayude jean uri sadanam vaayileduthe umban thudangi ramya avalde pantil koodi viralitte kalikkanum njan ramyaye vilichu aval ettu vanne ente sadanam eduthe umban thudangi ikkayude sadanam ente vaayil paal churathy enike athe ramyude vaayil smooch cheythe idanam appolekkum ente sadanam avalde. " What you see is what you get, Shapiro." That's the thing. I see a beautiful girl who I really like and want to spend time with, but what I hear is a different story…" he said only half-jokingly."Fine… how's this for hearing something: I really want you to fuck my brains out. Like crazy anim*listic shit that the neighbours can hear. I had a dream that you screwed me so hard I could barely see straight… that's what I need right here and right now."Robbie had to admit that he was stunned. He was. "Rules for Caretakers" looked like the longest document of the batch so Cameron skipped ahead to "Rules for Crossroads." Crossroads, it seemed, was literally a place where "gates" of a sort allowed passage between Earth and Crossroads, between Crossroads and Chaos, and between "Cassandra", the world of the women, and Crossroads. The facilities all appeared to be self contained suites as there was no mention of any "outside" or common area between them except for the gates. The Caretakers.