Meantime, she needed something out of the garage. She walked in and got it. Looking around, she saw the stack of papers. She wondered. She walked over...and looked at them a little, but without reading them at all. That was at first, of course, and she headed back inside. She stopped. She turned around. She looked at that stack of papers. Interesting stack of paper, she thought. What is it? He was writing something too. What is it, she asked herself. With that, she headed back, and looked at them. . the... stop talking when I talk!” They took an agitated breath, before making a series of odd mouth movements before figuring how to divide their actions between them.“That feels”“kinda weird”“But...” they replied to each other.“It’s pretty intuitive once you get used to it!” They said in unison once again, before having a bit of irritation fill their face.After they practiced for a bit more, they began trying to get up, and despite the difference weight and height proportions, it was easier. Guilty! The sentence...jail time.The man in this case wasn't a friend of mine this time but a burly acquaintance of my other BFF, he wasn't terribly handsome but he was hung enough for the task. He didn't like women anyway which suited us fine, he wasn't here for our sexual pleasure. I wanted some hunky dudes but I was over ruled by the others, this was a weekend for femdom debauchery not an orgy. Well, that could be for another snow weekend I guess. Half Man arrived first and was glad he saw. “The history we learned in school was carefully sanitized. They talked a lot about the Civil War, but they never discuss Normandy, or anything from World War Two. I think a lot of that might have to do with photography, though.”“Photography?” Glen asked skeptically.This was the first time we’d talked about history, or much of anything.“A lot of the war was documented on film and that was the first time there was that clear a picture of war. The Holocaust left us with pictures of bodies being.