It wasn't an Iphone. It wasn't an Android. It had caller-ID and a large keypad. Next I called my Illinois apartment's landlord and opened negotiations...to break my contract for a minimum fee.I ordered a shipping container to be dropped off at the apartment complex. For five hundred bucks the maintenance guys would strip the place for me and pack the goods. When they called to inform me that they were finished I'd call a shipping agent to have the container sealed and trucked to me. The contents. I knew things were bound to get left out. I did the best I could and we finally headed back to work. Right at the last I called off the rawhide thong cutting, hoping I'd get some of the things I'd wished for. Namely long nails and longer lag bolts.Taachachi and I were the last to leave. She asked if Biltee and I were going hunting this afternoon and I told her I'd decided to take the afternoon off."I want to go into the bedroom and lie down for awhile." Are you feeling ill?" she asked."No, I. Showing up dressed was not something I was counting on, but I was desperate due to a lack of responses on other ads. I agreed. The rest of the day at work, my commute home, and getting ready I was completely nerved up. The one time I went out in public was to my front step. Now I was going to have to drive to someone’s house and walk to the door. At the same time all those nerves were rushing though me, I also had an incredible wave of excitement. It was going to happen. I got my little outfit. She uses her nails to scrape away the pudding revealing the white undersizing. With a little more pressure, and by turning her hand over, she can meld the pudding and the marshmallow into a tan line or swirl. And with still more pressure, she can cut right through both layers to the whitish skin below. She’s absorbed in the different uses of her nails and the patterns that she can we’ve. Her humming starts again. But Ruby’s been around the block with Ron enough times not to be too absorbed..