Ebenfalls könnte die Story je nach belieben mit Prominenten oder ohne Prominente spielen.Um es auf dieser Seite ein wenig übersichtlicher zu Gestalt...n habe ich das Vorwort in eine zweite Seite "Wünsche und Ideen" aufgespaltet.------------------------------------------Vorwort---------------------------------------------Mein Ziel ist eine so lang wie mögliche Story zu erstellen und freue mich über jeden der sich an ihr beteiligt, besonders da es hier scheinbar wenig deutsche Schreiber gibt. Ihr. Melissa and her cronieswould never have shown this much love and support for me even if I didchoose them over the Excellent Eight, that's for certain."Friends who could've helped to clean up, but never mind, eh?" Dad asks,making me roll my eyes as I jump off the sofa."...Can I at least change first?" I ask."Yes, you can change," dad chuckles. "God forbid the posh dress getsdirty!" Thanks!" I say, before surprising my father with a gentle hug."Okay, what's this in aid of?" Dad asks as he. This was a very small office on the 6th floor of a building. The banks would close at around 3:00 PM and the scrolls would start coming in through the messengers at about 4:00 PM. My job would start at 3:30 PM and end at midnight. There were 3 bank branches in about 5—6 miles radius, who would send the scrolls in and after all the scrutiny, next morning they were delivered back to the respective branch. The timings of the job were very odd but I could understand, unless the public dealing in. “Oh, you are serious? Oh, I am sorry. I thought it was one of your jokes,” Claire said. “Are you really asking me to go out to dinner?” she said.“Yeah, I thought that was what we were talking about,” I couldn’t look at her pretty eyes when I said it.“It is just kind of weird. Most guys would prefer to skip dinner and just get straight to fucking. It may be novel, sure, but don’t ask me where I want to go. Just take me,” she said.“When would you like to go?” I asked with a hopeful expression.“Am.