What kind of chipmunk are you?"Chatty giggled and looked over her shoulder at the wise old owl."I am a flying chipmunk just like a flying squirrel, Mr... Owl. My family taught me how to fly from tree to tree just like a bird. But I am really not a bird. I just seem to look a little like one. The other chipmunks talk about me behind my back and make fun of me." Well, I think it looks mighty attractive, Miss Chatty."Chatty looked up at the large feathered bird of prey and decided he was serious.. From everything that Mark had seen and read after talking to the fleet leader it wouldn't be much longer now before they attacked. Going over everything that the king had implemented, plus a few things Mark had added, Mark knew that eventually they would fall, but not for at least a week. At least from everything he saw, it should be a week, especially with him there.Mark had finally finished explaining everything to the king, as he was about to leave the king asked him a simple question, "So. 18 inches, a foot and a half was how long the ruler was, but I still had to move it up an inch. ’19 Inches!’ I sputtered! ‘What? I can’t here you, teach!’ ’19 motherfucking inches!’ I almost sobbed in disbelief. ‘YES!’ He grinned. ‘Yes it is, and yes I did. Now tongue polish these nuts. You’ve earned it.’ Slowly I let my tongue snake over the proud, pomegranate-sized spunk pods. I’ve never tasted such good ball meat, and from the flavor I could tell he had marinated each opulent orb in flowing. " He took out his wallet and counted five twenties onto the bed. Oh, damn he' s got a lot of money , TARA thought, noticing how full his wallet was. She could really use some more of that money. Karen took the hundred, folded it once, and placed it in her jeans pocket. "Okay ," TARA said. Unbuttoning her blouse down to her waist,she opened up the cups of her nursing bra, exposing her brown breasts and dark, engorged nipples."MMmm ! Those look very nice," the guy said, h is eyes shinning. He.