Sarah, Carmelita, and I went--them with bubbling enthusiasm, me with trepidation (what did I know about women's clothes?). Of course, I had to approve...of the dress, so they showed me picture after picture after picture after picture until it all became a blur. I really couldn't see much difference among the dresses which they all insisted were quite different. Finally, I broke down and said, "You pick the dress. They all look good to me. The only thing I insist on is that due attention be paid. ”Sandy said, “So. We destroy the files now and two hundred and forty years from now, Jon writes the story about what happened to us.”“Yes, I know it is possible to do things that way, Sandy. But, one of the things I read about was a time paradox. What I mean is, if Jon doesn’t read the story and the story he writes doesn’t match the files we have, will that affect our timeline? I think it will, so we need to keep the files, so Jon can use them in the future.”Larry said, “Sandy and Bill have. Kyle felt a little put back to a time earlier where he had smoked that much weed. Now walking in a bee line towards his direction was Ema and here freshly drunken breath, that Kyle had gotten used to over time. She managed to say "Hello" but even that was a strain Kyle thought. "What's up" Kyle shouted at her over the now slow music coming from the stereo. Kyle knew she was going to fall, he asked he to a slow dance , but just as that happened the song changed to something different and Emma. Homer Slagg had an oral fixation, which his wife had steadfastly refused to gratify.Edna had no such compunction. In fact, if there was anything she enjoyed more thansucking cocks, she hadn’t discovered it yet.Homer had a beauty. It was almost as long as Thad’s, before he’d gotten his ruined.Edna had first become interested in him when she had stopped at his station oneday for a tank of gas and had found the place deserted. Spying a door ajar at theside of the building, she had boldly pushed it.