I then cut up each sleeve of the top to expose her arms. The top at this time is barely on her and ready to fall off and with a quick tug of the coll...r of the shirt in pull it off her, and tosses it onto the ground. I then kneel down to start to cut up each pant leg until just a thin strip on each hip is left to cut off. But instead I don’t finish cutting them off I rip them off her fast. She is now in just her bra and panties. I open the scissors up so that a point of them runs along her. We pooled our resources, which at the time were not great. My entire capital was only $8,000, and while I could certainly have borrowed from my parents, just as certainly I did not. We formed a corporation, worked eighteen and twenty hour days for almost a year, brought in more investors, manipulated the media, and went public. A week after the IPO, I started selling my stock, which had already doubled in value and was still rising. In another month I was out with $25,000,000. I never regretted. "I was told that I should tell you. What has accrued has indeed forced you to grow far more than I thought. Well that's what I am being told." I was really staring at Pops now, had all of this snapped his hold on reality? Then I did a double take as I saw what I thought was a shadow move past and around Pops then it was gone. What in the hell was going on? "Told by who Pops? Start making a little more sense. What are you supposed to--" I suddenly stopped as I again saw a shadow, then another. (PJ) (That last bon mot!)(Brandy) What was "bon" about that mot?(PJ) Well . . . now that you ask . . . ):P(Janice) No, I think a Sam o War might have been one of those Japanese bushido guys!(PJ) Nah, Didn't Sam o War just win the Preakness?(Anne-Mal) Race Track? You think she gambles besides drinks!(Janice) *Stretching* Nope, no reply! :)(Brandy) No, that's the prize for free writing. He's a cousin to Emmy Owar, and Oscar Owar.(PJ) (What's the point of gambling if you *don't* drink?)(Julie) You.