My d*d would usually be watching TV and my m*m would be doing stuff in the kitchen. My s*****r might be out with friends shopping or whatever they did... or maybe spending time with a boyfriend if she happened to be going out with anyone. Like a lot of teenagers I spent a lot of time in my bedroom; doing homework, or at least pretending to, listening to music, reading, playing the guitar (badly) and wanking (a lot). This particular Saturday was much like any other - it was late spring and I was. "What’s wrong?!" Ginny asked, remaining calm though her eyes were frenzied with concern.He could almost feel his hand lengthening as the potion worked it’s magic. He gripped it tightly with the other, hugging the injured part of him to his body as the hot fiery agony spread through his body. "I guess one pain pill wasn’t enough." He answered through gritted teeth."Where are they?" She asked."In here." He reached with his good hand but it was shaking so badly he couldn’t make it into his. He eliminated any possibility of that with the explosive collar. He said that he would send an assassin for me if I got out of range or somehow managed to remove the collar. He wasn't joking. He never jokes. I didn't have any choice about the things I did." Bullshit!" Art snarled, slamming his cup down, sloshing coffee onto the table, not even noticing that the spill disappeared almost instantly. "There is always a choice." Then responding to his training, "You have the right..."The General. I've often wondered what it would be like to watch me wife with a black man. I am interested, yes, but only if Lois wants to and I don't think she would do it." Leave that to me. I know how to please a lady." His confidence was catching.Lois came back to the table and resumed her seat. As Lamar had moved closer to the center of the booth she found herself almost touching him."Don't you look pretty!" Lamar said to her, admiringly."You're just being nice. I'm old enough to be your mother!" No.