It ties in with the concept of Humanity.''RBB is better.''Why? What does it mean?''Really Bad Bauhaus.''Is there any good Bauhaus?'The debate of form ...ersus purpose giggled on until we were passing the undergrad parking lot. I was ready to walk her to her car, but she was having none of it. 'Come along,' she said, tugging me towards the college.'Your car's not in the lot?''Yeah, but I'm buying you a nightcap.' Hmm ... a few hours with the dusty thinking of some long-dead philosopher, or a drink. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite niece. Mmmm, you smell wonderful, and taste just as good.” he said softly in her ear.His hands moved up her sides, as his mouth kissed around her ear first, then moving down to her neck and shoulders. Meanwhile his hands slowly moved up under her top, stopping just under her breasts. He looked down at her rising and falling breasts, he wanted to take them in his hands, and squeeze them, but he did not push it yet. She took his hands and moved them to cover her. Usually the actors would wait afterwards to receive praise and sign autographs. Victoria skipped all of that and ran into her lover's arms."Did I do okay?" she asked him anxiously."You were easily the most beautiful and gave the best performance," he kept complimenting her. "You have real acting ability. Why do you work as an accountant when you could be making millions in Hollywood." Who wants millions when I have you!" Victoria said sottly and lovingly."That's the nicest thing anyone has said. "Hi, my name is Helen. I'm a friend of Stan and Cathy's. They have been kind enough to let me stay at their place. Don't be shy, come on in."It was wonderful to see Hank's face as he followed Helen into the house. His eyes were firmly glued to her thinly-covered behind. Hank's face was just one huge question mark. When Helen left us on our own for a moment while she went to the kitchen to fetch a beer for our guest, he whispered, "Who's she? Where's Cathy? What happened?"Helen returned with the.