After some quick adjusting, I stood staring at the two orbs thinking about what this means. Obviously, this was a physical manifestation of the riddle...I had encountered in my Mindspace. I sighed with irritation, whatever force was orchestrating this whole thing was not going to let up until I chose one color over the other."ARRRGGGHH!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT HERE?! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT ABOUT CHOOSING FUCKING COLORS?!" I screamed out in frustration, hoping whoever had. Make a respectable plot. "daddy" helps. try being original. "daddy helps". make it short. came, saw, now for conquering.1. make a nice name. short crisp yet hard on-able. "daddy" is helpful. "daughter" "mother" and all female relatives make for good titles. add "slut" "slave" or "whore" for good measure. people writing in gay genre ignore point 1.2. again I say, make it short. like a miniskirt, but not like a dick. if you can't, make an apealing title and add the rest in subtitle.3. add tags,. He pulled her body close to his. He was right, her body fit perfectly into his. His hips were swaying to the music and she was a little stiff. It had been so long since she had danced with anyone. He leaned close to her ear, so close his lips brushed her skin and it sent chills down her spine. He whispered softly, “Close your eyes, and feel my body.” So she did. Paige closed her eyes and felt his hands on her hips, his thigh in between hers, and the feel of his chest rubbing against her breasts. To avoid trailing hopelessly she would likely need at least one more turn before her workday ended today, as she was attending a friend's game night tonight and the odds of seducing a turn while she was there were miniscule.Score at 2:32 PM on Saturday:Scorecard:Jasmine: 4Carol: 3Crystal: 3Portia: 3Veronica: 3The store was busy, not uncommon for a Saturday, and since she was well staffed, she decided to wander around the store and see if she could find a ripe young lady ready to be plucked from.