"Dat zijn de zakken waar het sneeuw in bewaart word."Zegt de man.De man steekt zijn sneeuwblazer in de kut van het meisje. Hij gaat er steeds dieper i.... "Is dat mijn sneeuwnetje?" Vraagt het meisje die naar de lul van de man kijkt die in haar kutje verdwijnt. "Ja zegt de man" De man haalt zin sneeuwblazer half Het is een warme zomer dag.Een meisje loopt over straat. Ze is helemaal rood van de hitte. ze ziet een man met een lange jas. Ze loopt naar hem toe. De man trekt zijn jas open en hij. ”“I noticed! Now I’ve gotta walk around school with a big wet patch on my pants!”“Tell you what, let’s fix that for you. John, stand up take off all your clothes,” John ordered, waving the wand.“What…HEY!”John’s body moved automatically, standing up and moving away from his desk. He grabbed hold of his T-shirt, and pulled it off, exposing his flabby chest.“I can’t control myself!” John shouted.“I know, it’s kinda like I’m a witch, isn’t it?”“Ahhhhh!” John cried out, experiencing yet another. She drifts to her knees, like a flickering strand of gleaming satin; she slides her knees wide exposing her heat to the Master, her back arching, breasts lifted high and her nipples peaked. Her head lowered, hands falling to her thighs palms facing the sky. He remains seated watching as her rebellion finally conquered but her spirit intact as she kneels before him. He waits a few minutes just glancing at the vision before him. Then moving over to her petite form, standing directly in front. I turned to Fred Creber, Eric’s DHS director Harrisburg office, “Get some of your healthy men and watch those four corner buildings to make sure no one comes out of them with a gun. When the fire cools down open them carefully. I don’t have to tell you that if there are tunnels to put a camera robot in them to check them out. If you are in doubt, get an excavator to dig up the tunnels.”“By the way Fred, you’re going to have to come to Washington to explain the fubar tactics used in this raid,”.