Perhaps another time.’ A courteous fellow will accept that and probably come back and ask you another time later. ‘Of course, his invitation may ...e exciting and fun, and you decide to accept.’ All well and good, but I felt like I was describing a formal courtship on a 19th Century plantation in the southern states. Hardly very useful or applicable as a norm for the rough-and-tumble, catch-as-catch-can social scene in today’s American west. To judge from the magazine stands – yes, a very. All a ruse;Jon looked around slyly to ensure privacy, leaned over and confided to me that on this day a local Inn would be the venue for several very high ranking Nazi officials arriving from Germany for meetings. The boys were to be provided for their entertainment, courtesy of the good Colonel himself. That explained the early morning jump on the day, the Colonel wanted to ensure his base was ship-shape for any potential inspections by the brass as well as assure himself that the predawn. She was “ummmm hhmmm you stupid leave me” Me: “Why you just challenged me to ask you for mercy and now asking to leave, I have not even started yet.” She turned towards me and asked, “Then why did not come to me last night and to saw your strength?” She continued “Ok, whatever now go, your best chance is gone, don’t know when we will get another chance” telling this she hugged me and put her lips on mine, we had a very passionate kiss and left each other.Times were flying and we could not. Andy saw her yoga pants were sky blue – and that she had on a white T-shirt with no bra beneath it."Our master," Joy replied."Oh," Ruth replied, wondering what was going on but clearly willing to play along. "I got up for the express purpose of serving him."The waiter's eyes were glancing from one person to the other in the room."We can take it from here," Ruth said. "Why don't you head on your way? Our master likes us to serve him in the nude and he doesn't permit the eyes of the non-converted.