This whole world isan unfinished draft of what it should be, of what it still might be oneday. The difference is that some people stay first-draft peo...le from thecradle to the grave. They never revise themselves. They're as rough andunfinished at the end as they were at the beginning of their life-story.What a waste of a life. The way I see it, the point isn't to becomeperfect. But to make of yourself as complex and complete and interestinga character as you can possibly be."Now, me, I. I used to chat with her along with my mother while she was washing the utensils. I used to sleep late till 11:30 am in the morning, since my classes starts in the afternoon. But one day while I was sleeping in my room I felt that someone broke into my room in the first floor and due to panic I swiftly grabbed the person from behind and started to strain him. Soon I realized that it was latha and all the breaking in was from my dream. I was semi conscious when she had come to sweep the room.It. He sits keeping a gap between them. "Um thank you?" he say in an awkward manor. Jackie scoots closer to Alex and begins to rub his leg. "I bet you have grown in more then one way" She says as she unzip the fly of his jeans. Alex smiles and un buttons his jeans. He then gets up and pretends to be scared. "what are you doing?" he practically screams. Jackie gets on her knees and begins to beg for his cock. "please fill me in every hole, I want you to take the virginity of my ass. I want you". . I was taken aback when I saw an elegant woman standing there…~~~Earlier that morning, I’d been working on what felt like my millionth attempt at a painting I named Rochelle. I had no idea what was wrong with me and I became more than a little frustrated. Not a single attempt looked right, no matter how hard I tried. The colors were either too bright or too muted and didn't blend in certain places. Or the legs, arms, breasts were disproportionate. Not only was I annoyed, I was worried. How would.