There was this girl named Tiffany, whose guts I absolutely fucking hated and believe me the feeling was mutual. As far as looks go Tiffany and I were ...bout dead even. As far as popularity goes, (I may have been slightly more popular, but only slightly). Although I always got good grades, Tiffany's grades were always slightly higher than mine. I used to hate having to watch that bitch go up on the stage for awards and recognition. We made it a point to stay out of each other's way and for good. "Yes, if it isn't contrary to the rules." Oh, no," said the gardener; "not in the least, since there is no danger that anyone can possibly understand what we are saying." I have been told," said the count, "that you do not always yourselves understand the signals you repeat." That is true, sir, and that is what I like best," said the man, smiling."Why do you like that best?" Because then I have no responsibility. I am a machine then, and nothing else, and so long as I work, nothing more is. The windows had been opened and the screens popped out to give the cameraman a clean shot. The camera was pointed down at a sharp angle and showed a group of five unarmed men rushing toward a far larger group of heavily armed soldiers and policemen who were gathered around a line of bright yellow horses topped with flashing yellow lights. Barely perceptible over the cameraman's breathing, Tom could hear the terse shouts of the police for the other group to stop. Guns came up as those orders. "(Pause) Roger blushed, "Yes I have been keeping it loose, I wear a butt plug now.(Pause) "Friday afternoon would be fine. I'll wait for your car. I can't wait to see you." Roger blushed again, and then smiled.(Pause) "I can bring those things." Roger blushed again, "Yes, I will do as you ask; I will wear what you say. See you then, bye."Roger's manservant returned from the produce market and found a note from his employer telling him that his employer was shopping at Coscos and would return.