So don't expect me to post anymore rather graphic sexually suggestive photos, &/or videos anytime soon enough again if that is the case, &/or situatio... really, or truely, or seriously of what that being of the person of i myself wish, or hope to do however said, i mean whereas it had just been brought to my mind to try to think to act upon that thought as a prodigal-son playing part of the-devil's-advocate, &/or likewise as the lesser of two evils being of the same of the said in question, &/or. Now they're pointing them at each other instead of at the Russkies or the Chinese or the Iranians." Let's hope some of them are pointed at the fucking Scots," said another man in the queue. "I don't trust the Scots not to start another bloody war. They're always sneaking people into England, but they don't let any immigrant scum out." Let's not get into an argument," said Roland hastily, who knew only too well how much more impassioned the discussion could get. "We all know that the Scots. "I don't know." He relaxed enough to smile up at her. "But I can't waitto find out."She reached into the bag. "Any guesses?" I'm thinking that maybe it's something super-sexy for you to wear whilewe get it on." Good guess." So that's what it is?" Sort of. It is something to wear and it's super-duper sexy. But it'snot for me." She pulled out a pair of sheer pink panties. "It's forYOU." Before he could get past his startled expression and put histhoughts into words, she reinforced his. ................................................................Kara walked in to the dimly lit bar, and ordered a vodka rocks. Sitting on the tall leather bar stool Kara looked around the room and sucked her drink down way to fast.Three drinks later she was on the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music, telling man after man to fuck off as they came up to her.She knew when Jason has entered the room, she could feel the air change, and as instructed..she kept right on dancing.She knew when.