His hands were feverishly unfastening, unbuttoning and otherwise undoing her clothes Amy pushed off his jacket and tie and shirt.Amy lay naked and spr...wled before him. He gazed down at her, pure awe in his face. "Jeez, what a beautiful body," he whispered. "And that gorgeous, luscious little pussy..." Chow time," Amy hinted.Al gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her legs were draped over the side. He then positioned her sweet little ass on the upholstered frame. Her. "You look awful." You don't look much better yourself," retorted Kirsty."I probably look better than you feel. How're you coping?" I'm surviving. The hot chocolate you suggested was nice to sip as Ichatted more with Mum. Dad tried his best to help but he just didn'tseem to know how to relate, so Mum sent him to bed." So did you come to any conclusions about Simon?" Only that I'll try and get on with my life. I'll miss him tremendouslyand hope that one day to see him again. His life must be very. The landscape seemed easy enough to traverse at least on the way to the tower it did.After what was only about a 15-minute walk she reached what she assumed was the front door of the tower, it must have been closer than she thought to have made it in that amount of time. Hopefully whoever or whatever inside was kind enough to at least let her stay the night and hopefully it wasn't infested with monsters that wanted to eat her or rape her. With a little hesitation, she knocked on the big wooden. "Now that's a laugh, Jamie," a character named Tom chuckled from anotherfile. Go on strike? Just exactly how does a character that's been stuckin limbo hell doing absolutely nothing for years, go on strike? What dowe do, refuse to be read, corrupt our files, or translate our files intoSwahili? Just face it, we're stuck like this until our authors come backand complete us. Either that or some other author takes pity on us andtakes up the torch to finish our stories but that has complications..