Maggie asks do we have no interest in the things of living. I think it, but I do not say, that we have more interest than I see in humans. What does a...human know of the different sounds of the sea? Of the smell of another, that may be unfamiliar and yet so close, as Acou’s smell was to me? Of the sense of food near, of an evil mouth passing by and to know if the evil mouth has hunger? Can a human escape a great weed?We live in very different ways, the humans on the land and we in the great sea.. "We're loading up your training suite as we speak John, what was it your 'friend' chose for you again?"The bright letters typed themselves out against an unseen wall infront of you, none of which you wanted to read yet your eyes refused to shut, and the voice read them out and explained each title in detail."Prince to Priss, is one of my personal favorites its effective at turning even the homophic men into cock lovers, its very well written actually set in a medieval tower separated from the. Any sodas in the fridge?” was all Mike said. He gave her a dirty look and then motion for me to follow him to the kitchen. I could tell his Mother was mad at him for treating her so rudely. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Mike was half was down the hall in front of us. “Sorry about Mike. We’ve been cramming the books all night studying for finals. I think you look great.” I then gave her a big smile. She was wearing the sexist perfume I had ever smelled. I looked down to see me. Wah bhi meri hi umar ki thi. Wah mujhse bahut frank thi aur main bhi usse bahut frank thi. Ek din khali period main hamdono akele the. Wah baar baar kuchh sochne si lagti tu maine usse puchha, “Kya baat hai tu aaj kahan khoyi huyi hai?”Wah muskarati huyi boli, “Bahut yaad aa rahi hai?”“Kiski yaad aa rahi?” “usi ki jsine kal poori raat mujhe maza diya.”“Kya matlab hai tumhara?”“Are aliya meri jaan kal tu poori raat mere yaar ne meri jamkar chudai ki hai. Abhi tak nasha utra nahi hai.” Wah apni.