I can’t call it love making because the term makes me want to bite off my own tongue, I don’t however want to call it “Fucking” either because...a fuck is cheap, any day of the week you can get one and it leaves a nasty taste like the hangover from a cheap bottle of red. I settle for “I want you” it’s simple but effective! Your reply makes me smile “You can have me” you say but really I can’t, not the way I would like. This is magic remember and though magic is wonderful, I’m no fool, it’s just. Think about it, how does he operate? What is his MO?”He looked at me, and I could tell he was not putting it together. Well, obviously his mutation was all brawn and no brain. I still loved him though.“OK, how does he operate?” I said again. “His method of operation.”“Well, I would say almost like a big black old school Batman. Lurking on rooftops, jumping on people. And if needed, beating the fight out of him with those asps or his fists. Or simply picking them up and throwing them into. -he takes out a pair of rocker sunglasses and puts them on then comically takes them off quickly to act out a surprised person taking his glasses off- I thought they gave you a costumeGUEST_JAZZYSCAMPI : Now he tells me -She glared at him playfully, turning on the spot to be dressed in something a bit more toned down-GUEST_DEVILHORNS95: well, let’s go. Try not to walk past someone too fast. They might snap their own neck turning to stare -he jokes and heads downstairs-GUEST_JAZZYSCAMPI: -She. "I'm starving. I got on a plane at four o'clock and now its ten Eastern time. I refuse to eat the crap they serve on the plane."She only had a carry-on bag, so I got a cab and directed him to the Monte Carlo. The hostess held Dani's bag while we went to Andre's and had a baby spinach salad and the best rack of lamb in the state. We both enjoyed talking about our busy schedules and the tremendous satisfaction of seeing what we were working on so hard, finally showing some signs of success. I.