The situation had demanded more attention to sleep instead of food.I stopped at a small food market and purchased two bottles of my favorite Chianti k...owing the likelihood of find it in any restaurant was slim to none. Besides, most places didn't care if you brought your own poison providing you paid the glass fee to dispense it. I found it most reassuring to have my own booze instead of chancing some inferior blend in an already opened bottle.I had the Calamari and pasta with rolls of the. "Not exactly. I mean, there are a lot of people in this country who are stupid enough to think that if we get rid of all our weapons, everyone will be our friend," he said."Right," snorted Genie derisively.Ken smiled. "People can be delusional, that's for sure. The world's a dangerous place, and no amount of wishful thinking is going to change that. On the other hand, we've done some things that are pretty fucked up, which gives some people reason to hate us." Like 9/11?" Not in my opinion.. The jar will be kept with you at all times, just in case we want to see it or show it to someone. The jar has ‘slut Tracy’s pussy hair’ written on it, along with today’s date, 5/11/2002. Then, once you have it nice and short, you are going to take this razor and shave the off rest. Your slutty cunt will be kept bald from this day forward. And it had better be as smooth as a baby’s ass at all times. We will check it from time to time. If it feels like a five o’clock shadow, you will be. Preferable by a few guys but to be honest we’d take whatever was there.We had arranged to meet at Emma’s place yesterday around five. Plenty of time to tart ourselves up for the night ahead. When Ani and I arrived Justy was already there on her second glass of vino, Emma too apparently. Emma poured Ani and I a good glass of chilled Sancerre whilst we sat around chatting before donning our warpaint and slipping into our dresses for our Saturday night fun.Our taxi arrived at half seven and we.