It’s an amazing concept. I began to wonder if I had any rich characters in me. Late May 2006, I felt someone inside wanting to tell a story. While I...��d normally ignore it, I felt the need to leave a door open so that character could walk out, or I could walk into his world. I had one more chance to ignore him, but I’d already begun my right brain experiment. ‘Left brain, shutdown, right brain OBSERVE.’ That’s when I got my first story image. Rather than define the narrator in The ReDating Game,. . luv! for being three damn years old... you good..i mean wow really.. who knew.. that tongue.. and that dick.. haaa.. ( giggles ) laughter.. Ms. Niki: damn baby you got me trembling inside.. if I stood up my knee's would be wobblyain't even standing baby.. oh heck no..... she came all over my penis laid over me resting her head on my chest with her arm on my waist enjoying the last night togetherr we slept the whole night long until the next morning Sunday.. the next morning we got up and. Veins in her neck and forehead protruded. She stifled a scream; then she put her hand under Lucas's jaw and lifted his face from her mons. He came up from between her legs and saw her face, beet red and contorted, with tears streaming from her eyes. "Sharon -- are you all right?" Oh, Lucas!" She extended her arms and he fell into them "Oh, Lucas..." She began sobbing and clutching him around his shoulders, her body shaking. "I'm sorry -- I can't help it," she said as she wept..."Sharon --. That I've caused you. Please do not worry about me." Yokomoto did not bother responding. The girl was clearly under duress and didn't care. "Oh Mister Yokomoto! How can I demonstrate to my daughter that she should make the most of the opportunities her father and I are willing to give?" "Did you go to university Mrs Watanabe?" The older lady shook her head. Yokomoto held up a bottle of cold tea, "Drink? Mrs Watanabe? Sayuri?" Both women declined. The teacher sat back in his arm chair..