Our goal, if we choose to accept it, is to write a complete and finished Choose Your Own Adventure novel in one month's time. Can we do it? Is it even...possible for an unorganized bunch of strangers to achieve this? Almost certainly not, but it will be fun to try! I fully realize how impossible this goal is but this challenge is more about the journey than the destination. If this ends in a glorious mess...so be it!Try to keep this goal in mind as you write. Try to be thinking about endings and. Everyone but me left the room in order to properly program her when 15 minutes passed.Much of that time consisted of Candice nervously talking about herself -- her favorite subject, no doubt. But after about 12 minutes, she looked at a clock and became even more nervous."When can I see her?" she asked."Soon. Finish your lemonade, and that's an order," I said, but smiled when I said it. I also winked (I never wink, WTF?).She finished it and soon fell silent."Candice Pryor. You are a sex slave to. It’s not how my sisters had their first kiss. Emman was such a gentleman. He had to ask. I nodded. For the first time, our lips touched. For the first time, I had my first kiss. We were both trembling. His eyes were closed. Mine too only that I’d peek once in a while. I noticed his gorgeous eyes, his brows and lashes were so thick and very black. I was feeling his every kiss…I liked his kiss…we were kissing gently…long gentle kiss…we were hugging…he was gently caressing my face…my hair…I was. ‘You have heaped insults upon my people ever since we first left the Gobi desert. I am not afraid to die, provided I get to settle our score first.’ The nearest Mongolian bodyguard stepped forward, drawing his sword and reaching out toward the girl’s arm. Before he could stretch his fingers, however, the girl’s bamboo flickered in her hand and stabbed into his wrist. The swordsman shouted in surprise, felt a white-hot pain against his suddenly broken wrist and dropped his sword. The bamboo.