’ the old Chief said, his mustaches twitching again. ‘No damn kidding.’ Allgood said. ‘No, not drapes. Buying furniture. Then your wife asked ...er to go up to Apple Grove and keep your mom safe, so things never really got resolved.’ ‘Send her some roses.’ said Chief Griswold. ‘And when it comes to nesting, let her win.’ ‘Hmmm, nesting.’ I said, reminiscing. ‘And she’s moody, and eating a lot… anything you’d like to tell us, Daniel?’ ‘No, I’m pretty sure she’s not…’ Daniel started, then started. Then with a quick flick of my wrist I use it to slap your face. You shudder and moan... a soft almost mewling sound as I repeat the action. Your head is up now offering the soft skin of your lovely face up as a better target for the slaps I am dealing out with my hard cock. I check my watch again and see that I have only fifteen minutes to wait. I'm going to make the most of it."What do you want slut? Tell me what you'd like me to do with my cock." The words are harsh and I'm not sure if they. With a little more time I know I can explain it to you. I'm really so close. YES! So CLOSE. Work that tongue, you bitch,... AYYYYY!"Those interested in a broader, if somewhat popular, treatment of issues of self reference, should see "Godle, Escher, Bach" by Douglas R. Hofstadter. The rest of you, who may be tiring of this postmodernist horseshit by now, can go right on to the story below.I know a lot a people have been wondering why Celeste has withdrawn "temporarily" from publishing the. She was wearing a v-neck cut tight shirt that showed more cleavage than the school dress code allowed, and a pair of jeans that showed off her tight ass to perfection. Steve had never had a problem with the sexual side of high school girls and had never even been tempted to stray with one of his students. His brain noted that Rebecca was pretty and sexy, at least that was the way he tried to think.As he started talking with her he was blunt and to the point, “Rebecca I will come right to the.