“Yes,” I answered quickly looking up at the swords, “Are they sharp?” “Mmm,” he affirmed, “Very.”“Cool.” What else could I say?The...water for the tea was ready. Peter treated us to real Japanese green tea and pastries. The tea was really bitter but the pastries sweet. With practice, I learned to savor both tastes separately and at the same time. I was enjoying my newly found skill when I realized that the conversation had turned away from horticulture and on to me. Mom and Peter were staring. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…Many of you may not be aware of this, but fantasies have been a part of my everyday life for as long as I can remember. They are not all sexual in nature, though nowadays, most of them are. I guess that’s what happens when you spend your days writing sexy tales of lesbianism, bestiality and incest, just to name a few.For the longest time, I simply. He looked like he’d just stepped off a golf course. “What are you doing at the track?”“Winning,” Greg said with a smile, pulling out his stack of roughly $300. Ethan smirked.“Cool, good job.” He turned his attention to Karen. “And how much of that are you going to have to pay this poor girl at the end of the date?”“All of it. I’m Karen, his wife.” Ethan took her hand and kissed it, making Karen giggle.“Now why did you marry Greg?” Ethan asked. Karen held up her glass of wine and shrugged toward. "The girls moped around for most of the day, Alison responding to her friend's mood by becoming depressed in sympathy. Although they would normally be enjoying another day off school Zoe was wishing the day away.Robbie meanwhile was packing all of his stuff and taking a last look round the apartment. He had booked a taxi to take him to Glasgow airport. He had half hoped that Ellen McKenzie would have come round, he even thought about her perhaps staying overnight, but she hadn't appeared. He.