I heard it crying. I don'twant it to cry, because the voice reminded me of something happy.*****I am learning more words. Or maybe I am remembering th...m.I know, for example, that I am in a "room"It has "walls" and a "floor" and a "ceiling" and a "door"I want to remember my new words. I wonder how I can?********I now have a way to remember my words.There is a a "desk" and a "chair" and "paper" and a "pen"I write down my words, so I can remember them.*****Do I have a name?It seems like I must,. Allerdings würden sich die vereinzelten Sommersprossen in ihrem hübschen runden Gesicht mit der Stupsnase, den blauen Augen und dem kleinen Mund mit den vollen Lippen dann nicht mehr so alleine fühlen. Sie begann genervt an der Bushaltestelle auf und ab zu gehen. Die Absätze ihren hochhackigen Riemchensandalen klackten bei jedem Schritt auf dem Asphalt. Sie wusste gar nicht warum sie sich heute so rausgeputzt hatte. Die goldene Halskette, Ohrringe, die Schuhe, ihr schönstes Sommerkleid, dass. Taking control now, I give him a quick, teasing kiss before nibbling at his earlobe, kissing down his neck, pulling up his t-shirt, sucking at the taut skin on his chest to leave a spectacular purple hickey. I kiss along the top of his pubic hair, kiss the inside of his thighs, kiss the base of his cock. Slowly, I lick up along the shaft, then in one swift movement take the tip into my mouth. He gasps as he feels the wet heat of my mouth encircling him. A little hesitantly, for fear of choking,. Not tall, not muscular,not a bronzed god. Just an average guy. Six feet, maybe 150, averagebuild. Tussled mop of sandy-brown hair. And a scruffy mustache. Or thebeginnings of one. Denise smiled to herself, remembering Don's firstmustache, and how silly it looked.Denise smiled warmly to Mike. 'Not really a friend,' she explained,slightly embarrassed. 'We just sort of bumped into each other.'Jerry glanced at Denise, smiling. 'Trying on swimming suits,' he saidmischievously. Denise.