There, in profile, wasmy rear end. It was full and jutted out dramatically. With the aid ofthe curved video screen, I was even able to see it as if ... was standingbehind myself. That bum was wide and round. Tulla suggested, "You aregoing to look so rump-a-licious when I put you in one of those tightskirts you bought me, and take you to a party. Imagine how your buddieswill react, when they think it's me, and that you had me made over to yourspecifications. Some of them might even want to. Shit that had to be decided right that first fucking minute. I barely had time to heat a cup of Sylvia's weak ass coffee in the microwave. I fought with myself not to complain about the coffee at least. She had made the coffee, so of course she made if for her taste. It was only human nature. That was a weird thought to have the first thing back. Was it robot nature when I made coffee to my taste.The first thing on Sylvia's list was briefing me on what had happened in the realty world. The. Hope told her that the precautions that she had taken had ensured that she wasn’t being followed, and she was living on hope. Her walk took her to a record store on the Lower East Side. She had not been there before but had spoken to an assistant over the phone from her hotel where she was sure that her followers would not have been able to bug the room. She had taken all of the precautions that she had read about in all of the best spy books, making reservations with one airline from Dulles to. So, in the end, I guess I'm pretty lucky. Let me tell you how it happened.L, my girlfriend, moved in with me over the summer. We'd been dating for many months pretty seriously, and her lease ran out, so I suggested she just move in with me. Life was good, our sex was great, and in general, we were both very happy. Let me tell you a couple things about L. She is very pretty, 5' 3" blond with blue eyes and a great body. Her breasts are full and firm C cups and she keeps her luscious.