"Sorry you caught me like this... You're here for the roof, right?" Yeah... I'll just get on with that and stay out of your way..." said the worker, a...kwardly and with shifty eyes. "Tea?" I asked casually. "Sure," came the response. Maybe he didn't care, I thought. I scuttled out of the room, more embarrassed than I've ever been, and made a cup of tea. I've been doing this for years, and finally got sloppy enough to get caught. I brought him back his tea. As I passed a mirror on the way back, I. This is for real, then? Any celebrity...?" Your mind races, going through possibilities."Only if you agree. In a few seconds a link will appear on your screen. It will show you your options."Just as she says the words, a message box appears. "Options", the box reads. "[Single: Get one celebrity for one fantasy: $149.99 USD]. [One Year Subscription: Get any number of your fantasies for one calendar year: $1500- USD]. [Cancel]."The prices seem outrageous at first. Admittedly, the CFS is. I used my other hand this time to scratch this guy and I think he was leaning over me more because when I scraped him with my nails he felt it and groaned ouch. He hit me hard for it. He lasted longer then I ever thought and I was so sore from him. When he finally finished he pulled out and I think my nails left a mark on him because they got really mad at me and they hit me with a metal tool. I think it was for the spare tire. They hit my lower back and my butt and my legs and it hurt so bad.. "Here you go," Gwen's mother said as her redheaded daughter slid into her chair at the breakfast table and she placed her eggs on the table in front of her. "Are you ready for your first day?" I'm always ready mom," Gwen said as took a sip of her orange juice before dipping her toast in her egg yoke and taking a bite."I know you are," Gwen's mother said, pushing her own red hair back from her face as she spoke, "but things are different this year. Your father and I spoke to the principle at the.