"Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrat...rs."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of. It was of a great contrast to the very well worked and tooled black leather of the boot, but the soles of the boot as I glimpsed but briefly were of a dark deep red. It appeared from the bottom on the stairs that the very small front sole / ball of the high heel boots was black rubber and on the arch portion of the boot was a dark deep red of the leather that wrapped its self slightly up the sides in the shape of flames. The flames of many small sizes appeared to be licking up the sides of the. "Because I've told Jack he can't start dating until he's sixteen, too." A value we share in common," said Bob, still trying to be diplomatic."Like you, I told Jack I'd think about it," said Karen."My daughter jumped the gun," said Bob. "I'll talk to her about it, and make sure she doesn't do that to your son again." He is awfully excited," said Karen."I'll tell her to apologize."What happened next was the result of Karen's ongoing evaluation of Bob Thurlow. When she'd approached him, she'd been. In my mind, there is nothing more erotic than beautiful hands with long, perfectly painted nails dancing on a computer keyboard or a piano or tapping on the table. If I see a woman with this feature, I get hard instantly. Well, I used to get hard, anyway. It was a normal Monday night. I left my dorm and drove to the local Long John Silvers with a handful of coupons that I got in the mail (college students have to save money wherever possible). I was the only person there so I was waited on.