Then she started kissing/ licking her neck, and left a Hickey mark and said “just so tomorrow you know that yes, this did happen”. Then she got of... her sister, picked up the camera and took pictures of her naked backside “for my colelction” she laughed. Then she picked up the other half-bottle of vodka, took a quick swig, and said “bottoms up” right before ramming it up Teresa's ass. Teresa groaned when the class neck went up her ass, and screamed when the high octane beverage leaked inside her. She seemed to be satisfied that everything had been resolved. It hadn’t. I told Jeff to take a load off. We had a little more to discuss. ‘Mom, how many people are invited to the wedding?’ ‘We’re at a little over seventeen hundred, but I don’t think there will be more than another hundred to add.’ ‘Really. Only eighteen hundred guests. Aren’t we going to feel lonely?’ ‘Where did you learn that sarcasm, young lady?’ ‘In my defense,’ said Jeff, ‘she had the full complement of sarcasm when I met. If I were in an office somewhere, you’d have gone off to the Gallery.”“You’re right. I’ll work on it. I can always get a research space at the Gallery.”“Interesting idea. We’ll both have to work on it.”“Before you go, you might think of Flood’s ‘Explanation of the landscape and everything in it’ as a sort of motto. Maybe that’s what your dissertation is about: Dupain and Williams as two ways of explaining the Australian landscape. Aren’t the people in Dupain’s photos part of the landscape’s. "First this ass hole accuses me of drinking," I said."I did not." Feldman denied."You sure as hell did. You said you wanted to check our breaths. Remember?"Mister Corbin gasped and started to choke."Then you called me a queer, or did you forget that too?" My voice was getting louder and louder. Students were all gathering."Let's take this into the office," Mister Corbin said."Fine," I said in a loud voice, "But I want everyone here to hear me say that this is one queer that is going to beat the.