If you knew 100% that doing so would be successful, would you do it?"I blinked. "That's a ridiculous hypothetical." Is it?" There ISN'T any 100% foolp...oof way to get her back." There is, and I will tell you. I would have told you two weeks ago if you had come to me immediately after leaving her house."I frowned. "Excuse me?" Do you want to know or not?" Yes, yes of course!" BE her Master!"I groaned. "We've been over this already." Yes we have. This is the exact same advice I gave you in. Homo Sapiens were not the only thinking line of humanoid. Several branches of the humanoid family made that transition from brute to intellectual. Neanderthals had language, art, tools, fire, and clothes. Sure, Neanderthals were ‘just’ cavemen, but that misses the point. They were not stupid. They could solve problems.Somehow, Homo Sapiens survived while the other branches of humanoid died out. Was it a matter of degree of intelligence or some physical advantage? That is hard to answer. There. She liked to swerve a little down the last part and feel the back of the car begin to drift. With a shower of stones she brought the car to a halt outside her door.Junior had a smile on his face - like most guys, she thought, he liked his thrills.As usual, her parents were long in bed. They'd had her, their only daughter, later in life and they were now well into the sixties. Since she was sixteen, however, they'd allowed her to live in the sleep-out so she could have over who she wanted, could. Mrs Stone told my dad, that if I was as big as he was, then this stay was going to be nothing by pleasure. Then she giggled again. Dad said that he did not know about my size, but suspected that I was well blessed in that department. I could hear my dad telling Mrs Stone that he would miss her tightness and big roundness, he said he wished he could get another hour with her for a last time. Mrs Stone answered that she would love to have done that, but she needed to bring me into her house and.