Something about... 3F..."Ladies and Gentlemen, we will now begin boarding rows one through six, please come up to the terminal with your boarding pass... Rows one through six please."Seat 3F... you were on a plane... You sit up suddenly and scan around you. There's nobody else on the beach, you see no signs of anything in the water like a crashed plane. You look down at yourself and your clothes are... fine? That makes no sense, aside from being wet they are perfectly clean and even have a few of. ”“And Miranda wasted all that time searching for her...” Tara said, almost breaking into fresh tears. “I’d search forever if I ever lost Tia...”“Wait a minute...” Alana demanded, her mind racing to understand exactly what the Praetor was saying. That artificial alien mind loved to play word games with its lessers, and she was certain that it was playing one now. “How do you know what happened to Murielle? There was no Praetor there to record anything!”‘That information is incorrect. A Praetor. I opened my legs to let him do all that, he told that he has a surprise for me & he than blindfolded me & told me to lie down on the bed. I was waiting in anticipation, I could feel him come closer to me, lying next to me, suddenly I felt a soft velvety thing on my skin, he asked me what it was, I could smell a flower, I told him it was a flower, he was caressing me with the flower I could feel my body tingling, he kept teasing me with the flower, on my boobs, stomach, my navel, I realised that. Jason was studying architecture in college. I wanted to be an artist, a painter.When I enquired about his favorite artist of all time, he said without hesitating, "Michelangelo. He was my kind of guy, a sculptor, a painter, and an architect. What about you?" My favorite old master is Rembrant. He understood color. Among the impressionists, it's a tossup between Manet and Degas. My favorite sculptor is Rodin, but your man, Michelangelo, is a close second. Picasso is one of my favorite modern.