She was a convention vendor and this was her first time with this group. She didn’t know a soul except for the organizers.After a bit she leaned ove... slightly so no one else could hear and sarcastically asked, “Are these conventions always this exciting?”Laughing out loud, I answered, “Not always. This is an exceptionally rowdy night.”You gotta answer good sarcasm with like wit, right?It was her turn to laugh out loud.Deborah had an easy demeanor about her. An easy smile and an easy, adorable. " She said giggling. "Oh am I?" Then how come you haven't beaten me in Call of Duty?" I asked as I stood in her doorway. "Excuse me? Little sis here has totally kicked your ass in Call of Duty!" She said defiantly. "Oh yeah? Name one time." I said teasing her. Elena's eyes moved left and right as she tried and failed to recall when she had bested me, "I can't remember, but it happened!" She persisted. "Alright, fine. You'll get a chance to beat me later today." I. Seesawing erratically between lesbian and narcissistic themes and, at times, a surrealistic and cockamamie intermingling the two, Karen's long suppressed sense of sensuality was honed to a raw, and almost eager, edge. Initially, Karen was repulsed and sickened by the depraved intensity of the dreams. However, that prudish, knee-jerk reaction of hers quickly subsided as the former priest began to become at first intrigued and shortly thereafter, enamored with the erotic rush that such dreams. High heels, black stretchy dress a few inches above the knee, pearl necklace and earrings, hair up and curled, evening makeup, eye lashes and lips."Alright, Sweetheart. I just need to do this consult and then we'll go. Should be only thirty minutes or so. We have plenty of time until the reservation."Her husband said ok. He would wait in her office. Emily walked to me and asked me to take off my glasses. I did and she smiled. "Thank you for coming in Mr. Vernon. Follow me please." She led me.