She giggled a bit and blushed. We sat there for about another hour and chatted away. When we decided to leave it was about 10 o’clock. I told Clara ...hat I was worried about her walking home as she lived in a bit of a sketchy neighborhood. I lived in the opposite direction. My brain told me that I was crazy to walk her home expecting anything as she was in a relationship and wouldn’t cheat on her man. My drunken instinct though was to walk her home and I didn’t hesitate whatsoever. She told me. Of course, the machines that I used then were electrically operated but the principles looked similar. However, it was the books that truly interested me. Going to the clerk, I asked about the procedure for reading the books. He explained that anyone could read here, but couldn't take the books from the building without permission and a deposit. Telling him that reading here was fine with me, I asked about history books. He pointed out a general location. It took a few minutes but I found a. Q: What happened to the cannibal who showed up late to Halloween dinner?A: They gave him the cold shoulder.Q: Why hasn’t anyone ever seen ghost poop?A: Because it’s invisible.✧ ✧ ✧Say thanks to squaddie117 for this Grouping... ‎Q: Why did the monster go inside the bar?A: For the boos.Q: What health insurance do Halloween creatures use?A: Medi-scare.Q: What does the devil have between his legs?A: He has great balls of fire.Q: Why can’t the ghost have any children?A: He has a Halloweenie.Q: What. “Sei italiano?” The first suit had reported her accent to him. His accent was American! This was a bonus. Someone with Italian roots, or connections at least.“Si. Sono venuto a proporre alcuni affari, con la persona che possiede la barca,” she spoke quickly.He looked down at her while clearly he did the mental translation. Mia could see he was taking in her condition: her toned shoulders, her abdomen with barely a crease even sitting, her tan, and attitude. It was all status. And probably his.