It took only two rings before she picked up."Hello, who is it?"I was taken aback. I knew for sure that she had my number. Was she turning away from me... "Lydia, how could you. Am I no longer your friend that you deleted my number?"It took her a few seconds before she answered, "Min? Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't see your number. I'm on handsfree, you see. You know I won't ever delete your number, don't you?"I turned to look at her car. "But your car's over here." I'm not driving, dear. I'm at. That bastard tattooist, I thought. He must’ve fucked her in the back room. No wonder it took so long. And he still charged me! Bastard!Next morning, as expected, she woke feeling a bit poorly. She complained of a headache and headed for the shower.Stroking her tender cunt gingerly she grinned and said, ‘Feels like you took advantage of me last night.’ I didn’t dare say it wasn’t me.Then, ‘Ouch! Honey, look at this?’ she called from the bathroom, gently rubbing the tortured skin of her breast.. Consider Victorian literature, for example. Here are a couple of lines from “Miss Coote’s Confession, or the Voluptuous Experiences of an Old Maid” of that era.“You have a dear little cunt, very fat and plump. But I wonder you have much hair on it. How old are you, Nina?” She replies, ‘Just 15, sir.’”Some of these books contain illustrations, but we’ll get to Art in (5).3) Point-of-view by mixing it up.“Let’s discuss how the same scene would look from the eyes of the three characters: the. Jason wasn’t very tall, but he had broad, stocky shoulders, and the way the tendons were standing out on his neck said he could lay down the hurt. Alan did some quick mental calculation of their relative weight, and the rage steaming off of Jason in waves, and didn’t like the figure he got back. So he decided to play dumb. ‘What are you talking about?’ he asked, trying to sound level. ‘I’m not sure what the issue here is, but I think you need to calm-‘ ‘Calm?’ Jason snapped, grinding his teeth..