"There was some semi-polite laughter when she said that."Any other problems with clothing?" Guns." Very good. Clothing often offers a way of hiding no... only guns, but weapons of all sorts. Knives, chains, pipes, brass knuckles and other weapons have all been concealed under clothing. What else?" How about drugs?" Certainly. The very nature of most drugs is that very little is required to provide the desired effect. This allows them to be hidden with relative ease no matter what a person is. “What do you call it?” she asked.“Call what?”“Your cock. My boyfriend calls his ‘Mr. Polite.’ Cute, huh?”“Mr. Polite? A cock’s not exactly polite.”“His is,” she explained. “It always stands up when I come in the room.”She laughed and I joined in, in an embarrassed sort of way.“Oh, I see. Well, I call mine Mr. B.”“Mr. B? But you’re Mr. B!”“I know; but he’s more Mr. B. than I am. He does all the thinking for both of us.”“Well, tell Smarty Pants Mr. B. to come out and play. I’ve shown you mine,. " I don't care," said a girl with a silent voice. Daisuke was surprised, henever heard his friend saying something with such low, sad voice. It wastotally not Ranma-like.Ranma looked... kinda different, he had to admit. He get used to seeingRanma always full of energy. Even as a girl she was definitely a tomboyfrom head to toes. Hot tempered and fierce - that's how Ranma looked allthe time, no matter if he was a girl or boy. It wasn't very girly, ofcourse, but since Ranma wasn't really a girl,. All those romantic images in the commercials and movies came to mind as we swayed to the soft music.I don't know why I thought I had to find other partners. The past two years had been interesting and yet they didn't measure up to being with Belle. As much as I thought I might be falling for Shannon, when I held Belle in my arms I knew this was where I belonged. Even sixty-eight-year-old fools can learn. I always had what I wanted. I just had to find that out for myself.When the new semester.