" Ryoko calmly pressed. "Do you LOVE him?!" YES! DAMN YOU!!" Ok! Well, my point is..." She said, then paused again."If, never having seen a 'shlong' b...fore," She emphasized mildly. "If you'd seen Tenchi's, the sight would be burned into your mind." What?" YOU'D REMEMBER IF YOU SAW HIS DICK!" Ryoko told her forcefully."I, I." The princess stammered."So," Ryoko asked after a moment or two. "Did you?" Well." Ayeka hesitated. "I'm not quite..." DID YOU?" No." She said at last. Suddenly feeling. Especially when incense is used. A mix of maple, wheat, rose and chilli. I fucking hate it. The maple and wheat for the effect, the rose to smell better, and the chilli to keep you awake and concentrating on what you're doing.It's the chilli thats the real bitch. It's subtle enough that you don't notice it for about five minutes, but then it keeps getting worse and worse. My left eye was watering badly and my nose begged to be scratched. If I ever find out who came up with that idea...I kept. " True enough."Even though it was Spring Break, I couldn't spend ALL my time fucking my girls. We needed more food supplies, and while the girls were only too happy to do the shopping, I decided I could use a breath of fresh air and headed out to Berkeley Bowl. Sasha went with me.When we got back, I parked the Mustang, got out of the car, and whistled, idly wondering who would be home. For the past month or so, I could always count on three or four Tri-Delts lounging around my living room doing. In an instant I'm back in my parents garden, the scent of roses my mother held for me to sniff, their soft, velvety petals brushing my nose and cheek transporting me there in a flash; and I know she is behind me, her perfume so sweet and heady it almost masks her natural musky odour, almost but not quite, the two combining in a wonderful way that robs me of my ability to concentrate.I read and re-read the same line over and over but the words don't form a coherent whole in my mind, each one an.