I wait about 5 minutes, or I think I did, before I had noticed she has stopped showing off to other people, and tamed it down a little. I knew she had...noticed me then, she sort of had her face pointing my way and I had only been glancing as I was trying to be a little discreet, at least to the passers by.I notice she had a guitar with her...an acoustic guitar. And a number of bags of shopping too. I knew what was going to happen next, I was just waiting for it, she would stop the now gentle. About then, Debbie Taylor came in and carefully extracted her own term paper. It was in a fancy plastic folder. When she gave it to Mr. Dean, he said, "Second one in. Thank you. I like to spread out the grading of these things if I can." Who was first?" Arthur."She looked at me. "Hmph!" She made the noise in such an exaggerated way that it was clear she intended it to be humorous. She then almost marched back to her desk, extracted a book report from a folder, and posted it on the wall. "I'm. She was impressed by the fast-forward option it offered. Then I tried explaining her controls and we watched the episode together once again. And to my amazement she watched its entire length with full interest, as if it is the first time she is seeing. I praised the women folk for their patience in watching such serials. Though serials had almost nil creative value unlike cinemas, the contents are equally groping based on family affairs, relationships etc. In the span of few days that I. I even got enjoyment out of watching them dress each other in the short transparent outfits similar to those worn by temple priestesses. Seeing the way they were dressed was pushing me towards believing these bitches were the oracles again. Though what happened next left me with even more questions.--An fat man suddenly entered the bathing room and immediately started yelling at the bitches. While once again I was wishing that I could hear and not just see what was going on in there. I could.