There in the corner, the last car in the place, was her battered Ford. That was going to be one of the first things to go; she’d always fancied a sp...rts car, a convertible, something with a bit of zip, and, as of tomorrow she could stop dreaming and start buying. Anyway, her current model was so old as to be embarrassing, the remote locking didn’t work anymore and she had to open the doors using the key. She had just got in and was reaching for the ignition when, out of nowhere, an arm grabbed. "I'll show you. Follow me in the wardrobe then."Lucy then proceed to go inside the wardrobe, followed by Peter and Susan.Edmund stayed back. After about thirty seconds or so the 3 of themclambered out of the wardrobe."But it was there!" cried Lucy. "Narnia is real. I know it is."The four of them proceeded downstairs where lunch was waiting for them.Lucy kept on insisting and insisting that Narnia was real."That's it!" exclaimed Edmund. "Peter I think we should call a doctor.Clearly Lucy isn't. And she’d felt like she was floating in the heavens with him when they’d spent so many nights together in their teens staring at the stars with him excitedly talking about his dreams of becoming an astronaut. Brad was sure the key to proving to all the angry people and races of their planet that they needed wake up and see how petty their hatred for anyone who was different or didn’t think the way they did was to prove how insignificant this world was in terms of the vastness of the universe.. Of all the nerve... This guy is blowing ME off?! I stew as I drive home and go into my bathroom, lift my top, and send him a close-up picture of my naked, ample, large-nippled, pale breasts with the question, "Do these look TINY?!"I then receive a response containing laughter and a picture of his extended large black cock to prove that he's also not "tiny". So it's on...We arrange our first meeting but it doesn't happen. He then calls to apologize and we meet another night. It's late and we.