"You must be Beatrice's husband. Pleased to meet you." Likewise," said Paul who was now faced with the problem he always dreaded which was of thinking...of something to say in reply. What did you say to a total stranger? The best he could think of was to refer to the subject of shared interest. "You know my wife, then?" Well, yes," said the scientist who took his gaze away from Paul and stared ahead of him. "She used to be a regular visitor to the Research Centre. She still sometimes visits, of. " Dang! Now, what shall I do with all those adult diapers I bought Black Friday? But, to answer your question this pandemic has forced the cancellation of all my drama curriculum so my liquid assets are drying up like a spinster's nether region." She always did project the prim-and-proper image. I don't recall ever hearing her utter a vulgarity although I had spent many hours pleasuring myself in a girls' restroom stall imagining Mulva on her knees describing my wet "cunt" in Dickensian. This fact didn’t help quell her mood. Without knocking she attempted to open the door, slightly surprised when it unlatched, and even more so with what she found.Standing still as a statue in the dead centre of the room, was Suki. Her arms were hanging by her sides, and for some reason she was facing her window.“S-Suki, a-are you alright?” Mihara beaconed timidly as she took a step into the room.“Ha? Oh, hey Mi,” she said, spinning around to face her friend.“Why didn’t you come out, Babe?” Mi. So, now you’re left to your own devices and quickly become bored. You flip on the tv but can’t find much to fill your interest which brings your eyes to the movie cases on the floor. You begin sifting through her DVDs for something to watch but come up with either documentaries or chick flicks. You really aren’t up for a video on the intricacies of systems engineering nor do you wish to watch “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.” The magazines on the table suffer from the same affliction,.