"Gloria was flabbergasted. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was her father going insane? What the hell had gotten into him? He had always be...n so reasonable before. It made no sense at all."But, Father..." Shut up! I won't listen to another lying word from you, you little slut! What you made me do was despicable, and now you'll have to be properly disciplined, at your Uncle Richard's school. You can go to hell for all I care. The way that you behaved this evening was disgusting and. After that, I've only seen him angry.” Tsunami said and she turned back to show.Turner followed her eyesight, just in time to see as two officers injected the deletion-strings into kimono-clad woman.“0.06%” One of them said.Then they forced her to kneel and bent forward. One of them put the bucket under her breasts and then both of them started squeezing her tits, pulling them - milking her. A moment later the white strings of data shot out from her nipples into the bucket.“What's that?” Turner. She moans louder against his lips as their heated bodies approach nirvana. Collapsing together in a tangle of arms and legs they lay entwined for several minutes. He kisses her forehead, sighs. They snuggle in each other’s embrace drifting to sleep. He stirs wondering how he slept so soundly. He hasn’t felt this rested or content in a long time. Seeing the minx next to him is still asleep he slips out of bed. Quietly opening his bag he grabs the rope he brought with him. His smile larger than. No extra-time or after parties,just a head-spinning rattlefrom itching frustrationto breathless incredulityat the pace of it allSo please, by all meanssaunter, dance, crawl, or wriggleas the situation demands,although sometimes you’ll still kvetchat slow walking goons in the supermarketand want to crack the back of their headsand educate them about trolley etiquetteand getting the heck out of yourimportant wayTry to love pastoral pauses,either in your mind’s green eyeor if lucky, in a gladeas.