"I answered eagerly with some of my ideas and earlier experiences:"I like your sexy submissive summary, Solagge! Feels fine to start some story for yo... one day.I've written several stories for friends this way:Copy and paste dialogues from private messages.Imagine you come to see me in Amsterdam.Your excuse can be to get that T-shirtwith the text, big in black on white:GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVENBAD GIRLS GO TO AMSTERDAMIn an Indian Summer in September indeed Solagge flies to Schiphol Airport near. Max sat in the chair and Heinrich shut the door behind him. The screen on the TV went to a 4-panel gray-tone with a dialing count down in the center. Max watched the 5, 4, 3, and 2 all disappear and the screen faded to black. ‘Welkommen!’ a voice said in a friendly manner. The word ‘Welcome!’ came across the still-black screen in all white letters. ‘Das ist ein Deutsche Lection für das Aulander,’ the voice said. The words ‘This is a German lesson for the foreigner,’ faded into view and. Of course the gossip was the nobles were not doing assemblies. I turned when Cynthia stepped out and held out my hand while she clutching a half dozen dresses.She slipped her hand into mine and we started back to the toy shop. I slowed when I saw the six soldiers of the watch. I nudged her towards the side, “around back.”She slipped away as I continued and nodded to the soldiers. I stepped into my toy shop and the captain of the watch turned. He growled, “where are the knights and elven. Of course, that could be said for everyone who saw Elizabeth today. I saw Amy blink her eyes rapidly, trying to get my attention. I looked down and saw her foot move slightly. Then I saw her concentrate as hard as she could. I saw a drop of blood drip out of her nose, then her foot jerked convulsively and the chip that the man had dropped when Elizabeth shot him slid over to land in front of me. I looked at her in amazement. She looked straight up with her eyes, pulling them in as far as she.