Nothing bad to report.”“Good. Good luck.”I hung up the phone, and got to work. I played some soft music in the background, and read up.At around...1030, I took a break. I heated up some coffee, and checked the email. An email popped up from Heather, subject “the thing I mentioned.” All it had was a picture attachment. I opened it nervously, thinking it could be something “personal,” but it was a picture of a map of the second floor of the east building of our school, with arrows leading from the. One early autumn morning, Eva concocted an idea in which she would set up a stall at the market where she would sell her meals to anyone that wanted some, at the same price it cost to make them. So it was decided, Eva left early in the morning, all her pots, pans, and utensils on a cart, which she pushed with her mother all the way to the market. They travelled across scorched dirt and dying trees surrounded by cracked land. Miles around spread arid land, above their heads thick and heavy dark. She gave up fighting it. In his mind, she was the Darkness' slut for hire. So much for motherly love."Just don't hurt her, Richie," Sandra said in a soft voice.The images would not go away. No matter how hard he tried, they pulled at his consciousness as if alive. They tried to draw his attention to them. But at that moment, he wanted his attention on his anger. It was all he had that he could understand.Sandra's voice grew increasingly strained, as if she were struggling to talk. The Dark Aura. I pouted, and asked, "Is that it? You're a tease!" She sat there, straps floating the water, but tits still covered. "O.K., we had a deal!" She then hooked her thumbs at the top of the bodice and pulled down. I was right - she has great-looking tits. Since she's in her 40s, I expected some Cooper's droop. While this was true, it was only very slight. I guessed her to be about a 36 C, and asked her how close I was. "You've obviously done this before - I AM a 36 C."So, now my tits were exposed.