Hunched over the cramped desk for a few hours, I had never felt more frustrated. This lecture material just wasn't clicking. I'd re-read the chapters ... dozen times now, done all the exercises twice over, and still couldn't get it. It hadn't helped that thoughts of Mary-Jane and my not-so-ghostly sexual experiences kept creeping into my mind. I wondered what she looked like. I've had always had a thing for blondes. Not even in a super dirty way, I had just always found girls with blonde hair to. I want to . . . I want to sniff her butt. Please!”"Very good. You are like the others. They come seeking perversions but once they have smelled our butts, they are hooked.” She stood and bent over while tossing her gossamer-like skirt over her hips to expose her black-pantied butt and she demanded, “Prove your addiction, Shadi! Sniff my butt!. Sniff my butt!"Instantly, his face was inserted into her dark and mysterious cavern covered only by the thin black panties and no matter what anyone. A bright flash obscures my vision, and when I can finally see again, I find I am on my knees, with a spear that is covered with blood is protruding from my own chest.A man is pacing around me, sword drawn. He walks with an exaggerated limp. I wonder if I did that to him. He looked at me and spits on my face."Spartan bastard. Our people have never wronged you, yet your greed for slaughter drives you to war with an allied empire. You have won this battle, and the future of my city is dark. Before. Citizens.Then we got down to the real issue. I carefully removed each of the wooden boxes and set them on his desk. One at a time, we opened them and removed each of the four eggs. Somehow, he managed to keep all the little Styrofoam pellets on his desktop. The man was practically salivating when the first egg appeared. He paged someone, and an older gentleman entered his office several seconds later. The man had flown in from Moscow last night to verify the authenticity of the four eggs. He.