We share much of the same love for life without the need for drugs or alcohol. I enjoy a beer with supper on occasion and like to make beer, I drink i...frequently and never to excess. Ganda is a 100% teetotaler, not for reasons of temperance as much as that it doesn't taste good to her. Since I am never drunk, she has no problem with my occasional drink.We disagree on female beauty. Vehemently so!For Ganda – from what I can tell, the addition of European features, like the nose and eyes make an. Her back was to him as he crept up behind her. She halfrose when he had her by the hair, the other hand clamped firmly over her mouth. The hand muffled her scream, but she had the presence of mind to bite himand try to kick backwards, for she knew very well where to kick a man. Hishand left her mouth only to close around her throat, shutting off her breathingas she panicked. "Stop it, you silly bitch," he hissed, "if you ever want to breath again.I've caught you fairly, and I mean to have you. I’m not going to be able to stand up if you keep going.””I like it when you can’t get up. I want you to stay on this bed for the rest of the night.”“We can’t stay here all night. We’re supposed to meet Max and Jackie for dinner in an hour.”“After I finish eating you I won’t need dinner at all. Speaking of eating, I wonder what Candie tastes like.”“You nasty pervert. Would you really eat your own little girl?”“I assume that’s a rhetorical question.”“Would you really want to fuck her?”“Are you. No big deal as that sometimes happened. After four hours it was very noteworthy as déjà vu's are almost never this far apart (as a multiple of the expected time), but maybe I was going to have a déjà vu with an even lower-minded Mark although I thought that event to be extremely unlikely. After five hours I was becoming worried. The previous déjà vu's had been normal; boringly so because all the Marks had reacted the same excited way. There'd been no hint of any internal or external trouble. It.