It's not the way people read novels. Short stories, yeah, but not novels.Laptops also get soggy in the bath or crack when dropped.Nobody is paying the...money for on-line stuff. That's the way it is.(nanomage) Dickens's novels were sold one chapter at a time?(jchalker) Okay, yes, but Dickens had a contract for a full novel with the STRAND magazine and he got paid that way, then he got to keep all the book money. There is no national magazine market to do that kind of promotion any more.(nanomage). Although no-one wanted to admit it, everyone else straining to hear what was being said, but their voices were just a little too quiet.Their strained hearing was pierced by the sound of a phone ringing. Startled, Sarah realized that it was her cell phone."Oh, excuse me," Sarah said, realizing it was her phone. The sound was coming from her purse on a side table.Andrew reached over, picked up his mother's purse and handed it to her. Sarah opened her purse, fished out her cell phone and answered. I introduced myself and requester her mobile number and said would call her. Though reluctant at first, I spoke with her flirtatiously and she succumbed and shared the number with me. I left form the place immediately.This happened on Thursday and I called her on Saturday noon. She told me to call late night since she was with her relatives. I was high at night and called her at 11:30. She said she’ll call back. She did in half an hour. We spoke and my talks impressed her. We both opened up.. She put her arm around me and pulled me closer, putting my face into her bosom. "Let's sit down on your coach and get comfortable." she said. I stumbled and then tumbled onto the coach. She, on the other hand, moved gracefully swinging her hips with each step and making herself look even sexier. She sat beside me and gave me a moment to take in this fabulous view. Then she returned a hand to my painfully stiff cock. "This is what we should be doing. Is that okay?" she asked. "Let's just relax.