"What do you want? That's what this is all about, right?"Amber looked down at the magazine, and carefully opened it. She seemed to know what page she ...as looking for. She stopped turning pages, and placed her finger on one of the pictures. "Do they all look like that?" she asked, referring to the large cock poised to enter the female model in the photo."Jesus s*s...you're too young to be looking at this shit! What kinda question is that? You gotta ask mom about that kinda stuff!" he exclaimed,. If the user holds the clothing they used to change with while the change is completed, the user gets more of those skills. In this story, I wondered what would happen if someone with a remarkable memory became another person who also had an exceptional memory. I also based this story in the Dallas area, where a sports car had run off the road in a wooded area and was not found for over a month. There were two bodies in the car, apparently the people who had stolen it took a curve too. We got some grub and picked up a couple Asian newspapers to get the real story.Not murder, they were saying in Tokyo. But not suicide either. Kaiba launched himself out a window with the honor of a Samurai Lord. The free press was calling for a full investigation into what the old guy was hiding. The State media were calling for respect of the family's privacy in the wake of the death of a National – indeed a World – Treasure."Assholes." Wheeler snorted. "Guy was a first class douche. I wish. I think the Juicers did not comprehend the threat I posed, until I started cutting them down with that second cylinder, because even after the two I'd shot earlier, they all sort of stood in a group and tried to return my fire. With them so close together, only the Juicers in the front of the mob had an unmasked shot at me. Of course those were the very muscle bound monsters I was duck shooting.I fired three times, sprang to my feet and dashed toward the wood line near where I dropped the.