I have to write a script to check the log files. I’m not even sure what I’m checking for.’ ‘Okay. What if you want to look for warnings in the...log file. How would you do that?’ ‘Well you could just use grep for warning on the log. Nothing hard about that.’ ‘How about if you have fifty systems to check each day? Also what if the log contains several days worth of data.’ ‘Yeah, that would be a lot of work but how would a script help?’ ‘If you make the script email the results to you and put it in. "Lets see what she thinks" he says, finally releasing a smiliarly impressive hard cock to the one that is currently stretching your dripping pussy. You look down at his huge swollen knob, but before you can agree, he tugs at your hair and presses his cock against your mouth. You open it quickly, taking all his eight inches straight down your throat. "Fuck, she is an eager beaver" he says "Don't let me stop you mate" he says to me. Then begins to fuck your face, holding your head tightly by the. She was struck by his wonderful lips and smile and totally without provocation he took her hand. “Come with me” he said, as China followed, wondering why was she letting herself be pulled around. China half thought about pulling free from his grasp, but the truth be told, she liked this. He pulled her into a stall full of hay bails and closed the door behind them. “There, now we can be alone and get to know each other” he said. With three short bounds, he had crossed the expanse between them. His assistant would later request that such photos not be printed, stating that the great man's apparent discomfiture was due "not to stress and embarassment but rather to the unseasonable heat of the day."No photographer was able to see or photograph what the Bishop saw standing behind the crowd as he concluded his remarks: a row of nine Priests, shoulder to shoulder in black suits. Their faces were ghastly white. Black sockets gaped where eyes should be. At first he'd vaguely wondered why.