I put on the smallest nightie I could find, and wore nothing underneath. I then went back downstairs and put the new toys on the desk. Shortly after, ... was at the door waiting for you, and after what seemed like a lifetime, you were finally here. As you walked in the door, I came up to you and pulled you in to me, you hugged me back as you locked the door behind you. We started kissing, our hands wandering all over each other, your hands found the bottom of my nightie and gave my naked ass a. I am confused. ‘You know,’ he says finally, ‘your stock is down three points today.’ He keeps watching me. I watch him, too, wondering if this is a test. I am baffled as to why he would bring up this piece of ancient history, this potsherd, a relic that means nothing to anyone anymore. Certainly, it’s only been three weeks since he chloroformed me in the parking garage and carried me home with him in his Econoline van, but it may as well have been years. I am not a CEO anymore. I live here now,. 'Are you scared?' asked Emu, knowing he was scared too. 'I'm not scared, I'm going to train like you should, ' yelled Dingo. One moon later, 'Hey Croc I need your help to pull some tricks on Dingo, ' said Emu. 'OK, ' said Croc. 'But you have to find me a new water hole.' The next day Emu and Dingo were at the starting line. 'GO, ' said Turtle. Off they went! Dingo was so fast that he knocked poor Turtle over! Then Dingo tripped over Turtle and Emu ran past him. But all of a sudden Dingo ran. Inside there was a plethora of pens and loose-leaf paper. Drawings of men, mythical beasts, mermaids with long legs that were webbed, horses and centaurs seemed to permeate the pages. There was a drawing of several women swiveling their hips in a smoky room, a harem of women. A sheik sat upright on a large pillow, puffing on a hookah as his eyes glittered while the woman danced in the room. Gazing at the image, he could smell the shisha smoke in the room and hear the tinkling of the woman’s.