It’s true your brain keeps track of how long your fingers are. It finds it disturbing when it knows that the tip of your finger should be touching s...mething but is not.In other news, Scrivener my writing software of choice has come out with a new beta version for it’s Windows implementation that includes screenwriting. It’s been out a while I just noticed. I’m giving it a whirl. It allows me to have my complete story making process on one software.Meghan started fussing at me so now I’m working. "A white bitch on our street." I mean no harm," Sally stuttered. She was suddenly very afraid as this gang closed in on her.The speaker, obviously the leader, suddenly produced a knife and he pressed the blade against her throat. "What you doin' here pig-bitch?" he asked. "You tryin' to sell a little pussy to us black boys?" Yes," she said. "Please don't hurt me" Well, we ain't buyin no white pussy," the man answered. "We just take what we want. We make slaves out of white pig-bitches. We make. Her screams stopped being of words, just animal sounds as waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her. His noises had turned just as animalistic.It felt like his balls had pulled up into his body when he finally came. It wasn’t a groan that announced his orgasm. It was primal scream that tore loose from his soul announcing that he had given himself to her heart and soul. It was too much for Silvia. She lost consciousness after her final orgasm that his roar had triggered.The ringing of the. I don't know. Come on." "But why does she have her hand inside her buttons? Why is she rubbing her tummy?" "Shhh. Maybe she has a tummyache." "But, but ... why is she smiling?"-----She looked at the large dog. It held her gaze.She saw the recognition in its liquid brown eyes, felt the stir deep in the pit of her stomach, the looseness, and the sudden presence of moisture.It knew.She knew.-----"Can I call you?", your email says. I think for a few minutes, and then burn my boats. "I'm sorry..