Usually, a small word will work. “Fuck,” works I have noticed I say it and “Well, shit,” and “Really!” all come in pretty handy.My younges... daughter has started making lunch for me then texting me to remind me to eat it. Am I missing something here? I haven’t noticed myself skipping too many meals. I’m starting to wonder if there’s things going on around me that I’m not noticing anymore.My wife took my gun away from me this week she said she’s scared of me. I’ve never threatened her even when. You know? When Snoot got out of hand. I mean it was just out of order. You know’t I mean?” “Well, that’s very gracious of you, Bunny,” Steph replied, still looking ill at ease. “I wasn’t expecting an apology from you or any of your gang. But I can’t say I appreciated being urinated on.” “No, o’ course not! Snoot’s just a bit wild like that. Must be the cancer and all, y’know. Makes her a bit wacked out.” Bunny wasn’t so bothered about a bit of piss herself of course, but she understood that. "Carla is not pregnant as you might have guessed. Instead she's training her womb with an inflatable balloon. I think it's about time to finish her training for today.", M explained. They led Carla into a room in the basement. The room looked like a mixture of torture chamber and medical laboratory. In the middle of the room was a gyn table. Holding her huge belly with both hands, Carla stepped carefully onto the table and put her legs in the stirrups.M inserted the fingers of her right hand. "Call me Lucas, please."She eyed him over the rim of her glass and smiled wickedly. "No, I think I prefer calling you Professor. It reminds me that this is... what was the word you used? 'Improper'?" Indeed," said Lucas heavily, then chuckled. "I enjoyed this afternoon." Good. Me too. Want to do it again?" You're very forthright," Lucas observed wryly, taking a long slow sip of his brandy. "Do you have a lot of sex?" No more than you do," replied Nancy cheekily, "seducing your female students.