Once at her house on Saturday and once earlier today at school during sport class.Me and Eva were chatting about our sex lives together and when we mi...ht be able to do it again where as me and Jacob were discussing math. Jacob had noticed our math teacher Mr. Cox (funny name I know) staring at my chest. Our conversation was along the lines of:Jacob: omg Mr. Cox is such a pervert. He stared at you all day today.Sasha: don’t worry Jacob; he just thinks I will give him a blowjob if he gives me an. She must have done it right because the gate started to slide over to the right when she was finished. I heard her complaining about the 'stupid keypad' as she drove through.Daddy finally came out, a disgusted look on his face, and got in the car. As he was backing up to drive to the keypad, he muttered, "Every goddam time. Give someone a little power and he thinks he's Napoleon."He rolled down the window and looked at the letter from Vivian, punching in the four digits. Nothing happened. I. Machines that steal the minutes of our lives away from the depths of that life which we have lived. We are free, free as a bat, which must return to cave when the light shines brightly in their faces. In this cave we shelter and hide from that depths of reality as the sounds of life echo from the past. Those very sounds that haunt us of what could have been and should have been. This is the life we chose to live or did we? The very act of birth itself is a continuing tormenter. These lives. Next to the nightwear were fur blankets hanging on racks. Both ranch raised and wilderness a****ls. The furs ranged in size from a throw to a king size bedspread. OMF-ing god I felt like I was pissing I was oozing out so much clear juice. I fell in love with one of the coyote blankets: I counted 28 pelts some still had their tails and faces. As I stood there fondling that blanket; envisioning its new existence with me in a sunny room resting on my soft bed. With me on top of it. Humping it and.