I just rearranged things on the computer until they made sense. Or a sort of sense. Interviewer: Only ‘sort of’? DG: That was part of the problem....Every time I looked at it, I thought of something else and added it, usually in the wrong place. By the time Clint and Douglas got to see it, the story had grown. Interviewer: They liked it though? KC: Clint loved it, and Douglas started trying to pick Dave’s brain about how it should start straightaway. It was obvious from the beginning that we were. ‘How did you do that?’ Jane asked as she holstered her weapon, but left it un-snapped. ‘You look with two eyes, yet see only one image… a feather. You know the sun sits still, yet you call it a sunrise. The world is filled with illusions, then we slumber in a land dreams.’ ‘You saw the feather? Where did it go?’ Jane blared, while her eyes surveyed her surroundings. The elderly woman raised her finger and pointed towards the smoke trail that now lay on the alley floor like a foggy carpet.. ''Oh, sure.'Jared took the wheelchair's handles and pushed Dana up into the tram. This ramp was even steeper, and Dana let out a little shriek when Jared pushed, and she found herself in an almost horizontal position.'Too fast for you?' Jared smiled. He was a strong as ever, Dana thought.'How far you going?' asked the driver.Jared told him where they'd get off.'Got it. I'll come back with the ramp.''Thanks,' Jared said.'Wow,' Dana said when both were safely inside, and the tram had started to. Arching her back, Olivia felt Claire’s tongue pressing into her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties; then Claire moved the fabric out of the way and Olivia felt herself being penetrated.Looking up, Olivia could vaguely make out, as if through a haze, the shape of Tara, operating the camera with one hand as the other hand moved around inside her pants. Then Claire’s tongue brushed the tip of Olivia’s clit and Olivia cried out, gripping Claire’s head with both hands and grinding against.