My idea is to bring it in and drop it on top of the demons, but I don't want to do so unless there is a hell of a lot of it." The quantity I could mov... in is something I would have to experiment with. I could move more if I could treat it as a single unit, such as one big snow ball. I wouldn't have to compact it, I would just have to pick it up, carry it, and drop it as one thing. Would that do what you want?" It sure would, if it would make a big enough pile when it got here. Any idea how much. She then slid her arm through mine and rested her head against my shoulder. I felt like a teenager on a first date. Well, if you think about it I guess it was kind of like a date.We drove downtown and parked the car in a lot at one of the high-rise buildings. I almost ran around to open her door and let her step out of the car. She linked her arm in mine and we entered the building and took the elevator to the top floor which was Bill Bennett's Steakhouse in the Sky. Pretty fancy digs is I say. I ace my exams, I will get my degree easily, and professors love me.The bad things about this? – Yes, things, plural -Well, firstly, without social interaction, there’s no interaction, either. Even in the age of tinder, you still have to talk to people – at least a little – before they start doing the sex with you. ‘Excessive introversion’ does not kill the libido. At all. I.e. Just because you don’t want to talk to people doesn’t mean that you don’t want them between your legs. It just kills. " I snapped myself back into reality, Little Miss Annoying operating the till beckoned me to begin loading my shopping onto the conveyor belt. "Are you o.k. to bag your own shopping?" she mumbled. I wanted to say "No, i've got a hard on in my jeans and I want that woman over there to drop to her knees in front of all of you and wank me off", but when I opened my mouth it came out as "No, i'm fine. I'll take a few bags though." Miss Annoying obliged, passed me some bags and began scanning my.