We all do at certain times. Keep your story within the realm of the possible. The descriptions the authors have for their characters and actions are o...ten so far from what people look like and do, you just move on to a different story. What I'm saying is, if you are going to write fiction, make it believable."Pamela was looking disappointed and needed a boost. "I'm sitting here looking at your work. The work itself is flawless. I couldn't compose what you wrote without an editor penciling some. He considered the possibility that they fight one of the captured cockroaches as he would love to see the death of the cockroach general. He thought he was a disgusting evil individual who deserved to die, but it was against their principals to simply kill enemy after battle. These people were too frail and weak to fight the cockroach. He could not offer the alternative, it was unethical to set them up for a terrible death. Euthanasia was painless. The Cockroach would have to be sold back to. She half nervously began to unbutton her blouse, she knew he liked her tits and she wanted to break the tension by showing them to him.He caught himself as his eyes averted to her exposing chest, her tits were nice and he wanted to see them, touch them, suck them and as she shrugged her blouse off of her shoulders, he gazed at the pert nipples poking through her Victoria's Secret bra. He watched as she brought her hands between the cups and unhooked it, opening the bra to let him see what he. She propped an arm her pillow against the wall so that she could better see him appreciate her. She watched him with a satisfied smile. He had had enough, she judged. As she moved her foot away from him, he made to follow them with his nose. ‘No.’ She elongated the word, teasing him, patronizing him, sending warm, schocking shivers through his body. She reveled in how easily she influenced his sexual drive thorugh the simple use of words. With her other foot on his forehead, she gently pressed.