I’m willing to give you the specs and chips at cost, if you agree to a couple of very generous terms. I’m also willing to invest up to $100 Millio... in NeXT for a stake in the company.”His mouth was around the hook, but still not fully set.“What terms?”“You agree to implement the FLO language interface inside your software, and you agree to not port NeXTSTEP to the Intel 386 instruction set, and I get first right of refusal for any additional external funding needs.”“Do I get anything else out. "Where are you going now?" Just getting some fresh morning air. Don't touch the board."He rose up and walked out, Harold following in his footsteps right after."I know what you're doing." Ah shut it, it helps me get my thoughts together."The leader paused, taking one last look at his conspiracy web ofinsanity. In one corner was a rotund Mrs. Turner, who exhibited a radicalchange in personality after a treadmill accident. In the opposite placelay some blurry paparazzi photos of a few wild chicks. I need my escape… I need Syds’. Opening the door in a wide arc, letting the initial scene wash over me… ah… my people. Frolicking in the tub, couples becoming intimate in the shadows, the usuals sitting at the bar, drinking and laughing… basically having a good time. Entering, I receive more than my fair share of greetings and kisses, even a few wanton leers, as I make my way to the bar. Settling in, behind, I take a quick assessment, ‘Who’s here?’ and ‘What has to be done?’. Noting who is. Only with your tongue." I was mesmerized by her body, so much to look at! I pulled at the skin with my fingers. Inside were more details. Soft hairs grew on either side of it, and the wetness made her slippery and warm."Go ahead, dear. Take a taste," she said. I extended my tongue and dabbed it downward, lighting it on the damp skin. She tasted musky and sweet. I licked upward and back down, enjoying the experience of feeling the folds of her skin pass underneath my tongue. "Ohhhhh," she said.