The tick tock of the clock on the wall. After about fifteen seconds had elapsed Marcia began to pick up the pace and soon she was thrusting her finger...into her pussy at least three times for every tick tock of the clock.The sounds of the clock were soon joined by Marcia's heavy breathing and then a rather loud thud as the Zane novel fell to the carpeted floor. But Marcia was oblivious to that and everything around her. Her now free right hand went straight to the buttons of her blouse. Much to. I admit to brusing the fourth plane, but after all, this is humor, and in a way, isn't it nice to acknowledge the reader? Hey, if you want, go dig up my livejournal, it has some stories on there. Also some fourth plane distortion. I didn't pander though. wait, would this plug be considered pandering or not? hmmm... (pondering imponderables)Ok, I am sorry I woke you up. I as one of your readers am enjoying the story, even if your characters do acknowledge that they are in a story, and notice the. The path labeled [Main Story] will continue the intro as originally intended.Have fun! And Don’t be afraid to add chapters, especially in the main branch, i would love to see what naughty things you do with my characters.This was it, this was the big day. You’re finally leaving the nest.Checking your old bedroom mirror one last time you have a moment to take in your appearance, your name is Arthur Allan and wow, You truly are Mr average. standing 6ft tall with a slim healthy build, dark brown. Just then she heard the barking of the guard dogs and the security men come around the side of the house, and looking up at her, the dogs barking and sharp teeth showing, the security men pointing up at her from below, she collapsed in a heap onto the floor of the balcony and cried in her frustration. So close, yet so far. * The surveillance team man with the binoculars who had first noticed her, stood, his heart beating in his chest, his stomach a ball of panic as he watched the men and dogs.