Really, Eastern Canada isn't that different from the Bayou, at least among my folk. What do you prefer?aroslav: Do you have a native accent that is re...lly you?WHITNEY: It's closest to the Bayou, but when I'm talking to people I tend to adopt the same accent they are using.aroslav: Well, let's make that part of our conversation. First, though, let's deal with the vital statistics so the readers know a little more about you. Name, age, and birthday?WHITNEY: Okay, boyo. Whitney Acadia Lambert.. But she know that cumming now would send her most probably as a twitching bunch of hornyness on the floor.Panic rised in her what to tell the woman. Then the solution flashed in her mind. „Its the phantom pain from my amputated leg, I sometimes hurts me since my accident, but its already over“ she stammers. „My boyfriend is waiting outside to assist me if necessary“ she hasty addeed to convinience her. If this woman would know which kind of „assistance“ he gives her! Stil not convinced, the. Wild blond-ish hair, though the light made it appear almost pale green. Tall, Slim, athletic! Nice tits! But what would have normally had him howling, had he more energy, was she seemed to be wearing an outfit that clung on her like paint!"Where'd..." Sato gasped, swallowed. "Where'd you come from sweet thing?" he managed to add, ever the ladies man. This one didn't strike him as particularly bright, out wandering at night in the woods like this. Pretty though, stunning really which only seemed. Stan groaned and told her, ‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of!’ The only answer he received was Anne’s laugh and change of direction. A quarter of an hour later the two reached his house. ‘See? It’s much more convenient than walking, and better exercise. You might even consider biking into work, Stan. I ride for around an hour, normally, a little quicker than we did just now.’ ‘I think this is a ploy to get me to take exercise,’ grumbled Stan, who was sedentary by choice. ‘Well. This morning.