. ah... clip itout as something she might like."There, Jordan thought. David's never met his sister, so he wouldn'trecognize her in the picture. And e...en if they did meet, someday, Jordandoubted that David would remember the face from the photograph enough torecognize that it was Anna all along."Who's the lucky man?" David asked."Oh, ah..." Jordan flailed about, cursing himself all over again. Whothe hell should he say? Just some guy? But then, if word came fromAngela..."It's Jason. From HR,". I started swaying my body moving my hips and ass. I could tell other men around me were noticing me. I saw a woman give her husband a dirty look. Jim easily guided me on the floor and it was easy to let myself just go to the feeling. I looked back at the table. I saw Bill lean over and say something to Tom. They both looked at me. Tom smiled. I felt a warm flush all over my body. The song ended and Jim escorted me back to the table. When we got there Jim kept his arm around my waist. I didn't. "Angela looked through the open front door ans saw the girl's head sticking out of the bedroom door. She saw that Molly Fisher was sitting in a rocking chair, knitting. The woman showed no outward signs of having heard anything, but it would have been impossible for her not to hear the conversation. Angela flushed, feeling juvenile and foolish for her inexperience with men and relationships."No!" barked Molly, still not looking up from her needles.Dub must have also realized his mother was. You are a just an average, normal white guy in your mid 20s. Just your average unemployed no good slacker climbing the social ladder in the wrong direction-kind of guy.In your pastime (which is pretty much all of your time awake) you indulge in pot smoking, all night video gaming, interactive erotic stories online and a rampant addiction to masturbation.Your looks, height, weight, IQ, cognitive skills, sense of fashion and haircut are all average. At best. Your only real trait, besides knowing.