That's a real life thing -- we're only the reflections in a mirror. Writers don't really exist: we're just figments of our own imagination." He was we...rd -- really weird. "So you don't believe you're real, right?" "Oh, we play our roles in the story. The difference between us and everybody else is that we know it's only a story and we know when the time has come to write 'The End' on the bottom of the page. Then we do a Hemingway, because one thing that can really spoil a good story is leaving. He guided himself and slowly slid into her until their pubic mounds once again were touching. Paula rotated her hips, welcoming him into her. ‘Yessss!!!!’ she murmured. The urgency in her sibilant whisper told Bobby how much she wanted him! Bobby’s level of excitement so high that he dared not move for fear of exploding immediately. He stayed buried in her, savoring the feelings. ‘You’re so big! You fill me!’ Paula murmured. She moved her hips slowly. Paula’s gentle motions had a wild effect on. She held me close, then looked deep into my eyes."You and I were made to be together. Don't mess this up." No!" Julie cried as they headed to the door. "You can't leave him! Don't do this!"Megan hurried to her daughter's side, wrapping her arms around the crying girl."It's up to you, Julie, you and Patrick. Get your act together and we'll be back before you know it." But I don't know what to do! I don't know what the problem is! I don't know why he hates me!" the dark-haired Scribe sobbed."Yes. She worked herself vigorously until Master withdrew from her, leaving her feeling empty and craving for more. Then Master motioned her to lie on her back, and she obliged his request. She looked into his eyes, and Leila could just melt from his dominating looks; the way his eyes pierced into hers had her hypnotized. His hands touched the smoothness of her thighs when he said, “I’m going to teach you a lesson for disobeying me.” He held himself in his hand and leaned his body over hers. Leila.