It wasn't that she or her sword were not sufficient, but that was all they were. They lacked rightness. They were always Nemi and her sword. It was a ...ool, but never an extension of her.There was technique, but no instinct.And, as the weeks began to pass, this realisation began to gnaw away at Nemi, as insistent and impossible to ignore as a mosquito until she had no other choice.She had to act, and there was only one thing she could do.So, two months after the last of the Kilim had died or. " She drew a simple flowchart on the blackboard, showing one instruction that branched to one of two successors depending on the specified W condition.She went on to describe a fairly involved addressing scheme, and how the assembler would help with memory allocation. When I grasped how it would work, I realized that in fact, it was going to be fairly easy to use, and summarized my understanding of it to see if it matched hers.She beamed, saying, "Yes, you seem to have picked this up very. We were slow in our talks, she wasn’t opening up much and I had troubles getting into what she was interested. So we were talking about our school and colleges and our likes and nothing else happened. We reached the coffee place around 12 and it was pretty much crowded, so she told let’s get the coffee park the car somewhere and have it. I liked the idea and decided to follow the same.We got the coffee and drove few kilometers upwards and decided to park in a lonely place. She said she liked. The entrance door opened- she was home, she had come back to her faithful slave! he didn't dare look up, he kept looking at the floor seeing her feet in the high heeled red peep toes with the delicate toenails covered in red as well- his mouth watered. She closed the door and he quickly crawled toward her, kissing the bare skin of her feet and ankles, then kissing up her calves to the hem of her black business skirt. His heart leapt as he noticed a bulge under her skirt, his cock immediately.