“I was speaking to Stella today” Sophie told her husband. She has arranged for us to go to the Jackson’s on Friday for dinner.”Adam looked at ...er and asked why they would possibly want to go to the Jackson’s given how he felt deep down about black people. Sophie brought up the day they went to the Jackson’s garden party shortly after the Jackson’s had moved into the community when even he had admitted they were a nice family. “Yes but I have no desire to be more than just neighbours,” Adam told. It was quite hot. We had been out this summer 3 times with me flashing and so on, but never ‘apparently’ caught out properly. This week, I was in my button through summer dress and ankle booties; David and I had agreed in bed the previous night that I now needed to come face to face with a stranger wearing just my smile, dress fully open or completely off. So I’d agree that I would walk in just my ankle booties for a period; I had to act nonchalantly as possible and not cover up but walk on. It was different this time, it was like neither of us wanted to let go. When we pulled away I saw a look of reluctance on his face before he said ‘Wow…you clean up nice.’ I saw his eyes travel from my bare throat and stopping for a second on my chest then down further until he again stopped where my skirt ended. I saw him blush, for the first time in all the time I had known him. Driving down the quiet street, blaring his radio, we didn’t talk much. Something was wrong, the conversations were. They had made plenty of great games multitude of formats, styles, and genres, but they found themselves limited by the relatively anemic offerings of modern consoles. This was their answer. While the hardware was amazing, its real brilliance was in the controller. Containing a microphone, a video camera, a high-resolution display, hyper-sensitive buttons, and a powerful processing system to boot, it could play simple games on its own terms, without the need of the main console. Most impressive,.