97."The monk hands the seller a $10 bill. The seller takes it, puts it in his till, and then goes puttering about, cleaning this and that, re-stocking...the supplies, etc., etc.Finally, the monk clears his throat, and when the seller looks over at him and raises an eyebrow, the monk says: "What about my change?"The seller looks over his glasses at the monk and says reprovingly: "Change comes from within!"These are compliments of davenotherePinocchio, Snow White, and Superman are out for a stroll. ”Alice knew exactly what that meant. On these open days, as well as salespeople Mrs Heaton also needed another type of helper. The headmistresses sometimes needed persuading that using the implements she sells had a real benefit to them, as the harder the spanking the more well behaved their students were likely to be. So, Mrs Heaton also had a couple of ‘naughty bottoms’ attend who were spanked by the potential new clients as this allowed the potential client to experience first-hand the. His reserved demeanor and the slow cadence of his gravelly voice projected the relaxed tenor of a man who was never in a hurry, unless he needed to be. The khaki trench coat and army-green cargo pants spoke of an individual who dressed for utility.Rosa, by contrast, was fresh faced and energetic. He didn't know much about her, but she couldn't be much older than her late twenties. A pretty young woman; her thick, dark hair was pulled back in an elegant pony tail and her brown eyes shimmered. No sign of a tomato delivery truck anywhere.We settled in, two clumps of desert soil in the mottled shade of a tree.I clicked on the satellite link that would enable our ITEs to talk to Io, and then activated the ITE."Io, are you there?"There was a brief delay as the signal bounced off the satellite. "I am here, Zeus," she replied."We're at the GPS coordinates, but there's no sign of any tomato truck." That is right. The truck unloaded three bodies last night and then turned back. There were.