This facial expression that was most commonly seen when a person was daydreaming could only signify one of two things. The more familiar side of the s...ectrum, inattention, yet again in repeating words, daydreaming was one. And then there was the rarest side of the spectrum that indeed, could be sought for, yet achieved without any known manner or method. An accidental manifestation of random components, enlightenment was the second.Zetsa and Tularg could distinguish the latter from the former. " I thought, fuck it, and asked her why she considered herself naughty. She laughed a little and said that that was too easy and that if I wanted to know more then I'd have to work for the info. Yeah, she's got some real control issues.I tried to be cool (with a chubby sprouting in my pants?) and said I wasn't into playing games but just to make conversation I was slightly intrigued and asked her what I needed to do to get that info. She told me she really liked the sex stories I wrote and. "She was studying his face again, trying to get some clue as to how he was responding. The problem was that Early couldn't give her a clue because he couldn't understand himself. "I'm not a slut and I'm not some sort of nymphomaniac. I told you I would never be with another man and I haven't, but you deserve to know just what a horrible person you married."It started with my first. It wasn't my boyfriend; I was cheating on him because I was mad at him because... I don 't suppose why I was mad. A couple of them were chasing each other around the pasture. Most of the rest were grazing contentedly at the lush grass."Yours?" I asked, poking a thumb at the scene outside the window.Nancy nodded, saying, "Yeah. Mine and my partner's. She should be home. I'll introduce you."'She?' Hmmmm. Well, it WAS California!She parked the truck in front of the house and invited me in."Karen!" She called as we entered "Karen?"Someone, presumably Karen, flew through the air and wrapped all four arms and.