You may try, but they will remain mine. The challenge I offer is not to only make my subject yours in body, as you have done with your women, but in t...eir lives, their dreams, and their emotions. I do not believe you are capable of fulfilling those aspects at all. Yes you fill your women with lust and maybe dreams of you in their beds, but can you claim that any of your women actually believe you gave them purpose, something to accomplish, or fulfillment in their emotional well-being?"Crap. I. Skipping through the rubbish of the first few pages that shows the so-called world news, Beckham has a new haircut, some Z list celeb has bought a new dog to put in her handbag, he chuckles to himself. These are more like poxy comics than newspapers. There are wars and disasters all over the world and Dan finds it hysterical that the story of a pair of toffs divorcing, and who gets the dog warrants the front page.Stopping at page 17 to read a little paragraph tucked into the corner. The biggest. It was followed by a few tense moments of visible uncertainty, before Lisa finally accepted it, actually leaning in to Ellen’s hand with a half-content expression. Ellen smiled at that, but reluctantly stilled and addressed her seriously. “Alright Lisa, this is your last chance to back out before we move to the sales floor. Are you still okay?” Lisa nodded. “Any questions? Remember, no talking after we leave here, unless you have a question that can’t wait or wish to quit.” Lisa held up a paw,. ‘Thank you, Annette.’ ‘Thanks Annie.’ There was another pause as they sipped, until… ‘I visited his mom this morning.’ ‘Good heavens. What’s she like?’ ‘Not feminine like you, mom, she’d eat you for breakfast.’ ‘You mean she does that judo stuff?’ ‘No, mom. She’s a small mountain – six feet high, three foot across and she juts out her jaw and her hands are the size of bread and butter plates.’ ‘My goodness.’ ‘She told me Benni cried day and night when he was a baby so she put him out in the hen.