She rubbed her aching temples with her fingertips whileglancing at her notes displayed on the twenty-one-inch monitor and her desktoplittered with pil...s of files. Despite her headache, her brain kept up a whirlof thoughts and possibilities while she waited for her fingers to get the throbbingto subside. Finally, she returned her fingers to the keyboard where they firstmoved hesitantly and then began to flicker quickly from key to key. She wasbecoming excited. ?Maybe there is a connection,? she. It was solid dark gray above us but off to the southwest I could see some darker, ragged clouds that was rollin' around in a big spiral. I'd seen enough of them that I knew right away what it meant."That's a tornado cloud, Beth. Best turn on the radio and see if there's any warnings bein' broadcast." I knew we were too far away to hear any sirens goin' off in Watonga."She went in to do that and I just stood there and watched how the clouds was movin'. The minute she stepped back out on the. No more disguises the real deal.She turned her head to see this drop leather his name is Mick he was the bottom low sexy man. He had his taste with raw sugar but he would always sing Symphony of the devil Jaguars dark and flaming hot rod. And the best women in his demand using the scanner machine.They were always in shape what fucking cool runners with nothing on all nude. How he loved these nude camps like the Universities changed all about Eve the way she looks at men. He loved his cafe the. Maybe I'm like that new thing they call "Bi-polar" I guess, because most times I'm just a fun loving giggly girl. I was the "Class-Clown" in High School, and I've always had this urge to get male attention. Once I found out how guys SO getoff getting blowed, finding out I didn't have to act goofy altered my thinking. I LIKED seeing their happy faces when I unzippered them and did my thing. Just to set the record straight... My hub calls me Angie in his detailing. My full name is Leigh.