‘You look real cool with that tanned face framed by your curly sandy hair and blue eyes that I guess constantly undress women. How did I look?’ �...Good. Your tits appear to sit at the same height and your other curves appear as enhancements to your body but surely I ought not be talking to my niece’s friend like this?’ ‘Oh but I’m not your niece… and she is about one and a half thousand miles away from here and won’t know what’s going on.’ ‘Oh yeah. So I may talk sexy to you and, um, touch you?’. Once that wastaken care of, Vanya took me to places I never knew existed. There werethe shops that supplied the items she bought for me over the years,which contained the weirdest of toys, and devices and others with widerranges of rubberwear than I had dreamed existed. Vanya bought meseveral new pairs of shoes and high-heeled boots and some specialrubber clothing.One day without warning Vanya took me to a large, private house inBelgium and I was introduced to Mme. Domina! She spoke only to. " Yeah, I guess so, but I don't think Jon will go for that and I'm not playing if this is a favor to you." OK, I see your point ... but I'm willing to if..." I'm not," said Derek. The light turned green and they proceeded to school.Jon saw an interesting sight. He not only saw Derek and Sandra walking arm and arm but also one of the dweeby Nilsen twins doing the same with that slutty little hottie Carie Osterling. "Been there, banged that," he laughed, as he thought of both girls.Carrie and Tom. He wanted to come up with a counterargument, but everything Noah said was the truth. Forgiveness wasn’t something found in the Harajin, as failure was looked upon in the same light as betrayal. “That’s the thing about dying for a cause like the Harajin: it’s not asked or expected, it’s required. If your enemies don’t kill you, your superiors will. The decision will inevitably be made that you are no longer worth the effort to support. Depending on how much blood or money is involved, you will.