..quite intense. "Pretty please?" she asked leaning over my lap. She stared up at me grinning her silly grin. "Staring contest," she called stari...g into my eyes. Listen to that. The attention span of a fly. Oh, what a perfect c***d she be. She hath warmed thy heart yet again with her c***dish charm. Now she's going to try to get me to blink with her finger. She always laughs while she does that. Now it's my turn. Maybe I'll just...tap her nose. She should blink from that...ah success. . Her next text was just one word “Ok!”.He didn’t have to be a genius to notice that Eliz was either down in the dumps or was in some difficulty. She hadn’t been a great dresser, in fact her wardrobe wasn’t great and many a time he had thought she was scruffy, he never mentioned it for without clothes she was quite desirable and his association with her during those months had always ended with her nude and a smile of satisfaction on her face, what she wore was really none of his business.. " What? We can go back and sit on some real furniture now if you like." I'm quite comfortable here, thanks. Sit." He did as he was told, dragging the stool to what would turn out to be a great vantage point directly in front of me. "You know, I really like the feel of this wood on my bare skin." Yeah, well it's nice stuff, and I've worked long and hard on that piece. I didn't realise you were going to test it for me, though." It passes the test." So do you." You think?" I do." Thank you, Mr. Mildred Claibourne was smirking the smirk of a truly satisfied female. "But, it's over now, you say," said Leslie trying to get a handle on the strangest day she had yet breathed air on the third planet from the sun. "Yes, and that brings me to the plan I, we, have hatched to save our friendship, Roger, yours and mine," I said. "And, your happiness too, dear." I was looking straight at my very confused wife. "Leslie, I will be divorcing you forthwith. But, that should make you happy. You.