I decided to have alittle fun with Amanda.As a woman myself, who is, if I may say so without being labelednarcissistic, a true beauty, I resent femini...ts' arrogant assumptionthat anyone who has a cunt between her legs is, ipso facto, going toagree with women libbers' extremist views regarding men, sexism, thedreaded Patriarchy, and similar subjects. In my opinion, if anyone'ssexist, anymore, it's the lesbo feminists. Sculpting my idea of ThePerfect Woman was just the way to stick it to Amanda.. 'The tie cord!'I hadn't noticed it. I pulled the two ends together and tied them in a knot in the middle.'Back on!'He pointed to my jeans and trainers. I wear low hangers and as I pulled them up, there was about three inches of the boxers visible above the belt of my jeans. I pushed my feet back into my trainers.'Over here! - Kneel down!'I was crouched down in front of him, sat back on my heels. His hand went on the back of my head and he held it in tight against his crotch. His head went back. I gave up. There was no way I was going to learn anything about her motivations using THAT approach. I tried another tack, “So you play golf? Are you any good at it?” I admit, that might have been a little transparent but I am anything but subtle.She said, “Oh yes, I am in two different leagues. I played it inter-collegiately when I was at Harvard.” She looked thrilled that I had asked. Things were going so well that I didn’t have the heart to inquire which foursome she had been banging last. He knocked on the door and expected to be rejected. The doorwas open, so he simply went inside."Beast?" Gaston shouted, his voice cracked as he did.Lumiere and Cogsworth came out to meet him. "Where is the Beast?" Gastonasked concerned."The master is not well. In an effort to save us all, he drank poison.He hoped his sacrifice would save us all," Lumiere said sadly."I told him it wouldn't work," Cogsworth said sadly."May I see him?" Gaston asked.Gaston was escorted to Beast's room in the.