Even while playing Mortal Kombat for just an hour, he could only briefly stop thinking about Ivy. He hated it that his feelings for her were very stro...g.For more than a week, Charles hadn't spoken to Ivy. He never text her. She never text him. He had also never seen that much of her in town. The town was small, but that was only in regards to its population. Land-wise, the town could fill in ten times the number of the people living in it now. He managed to get hold of some of the other town. . well . . . hello . . .’ I said, a little flustered, not expecting him just yet. He smiled warmly as he spoke, ‘Hey . . . I think these are about done.’ I then looked as I stood and saw the fries were not even slightly crispy. I grinned and admitted, ‘I like’em a little crispy.’ ‘Ahh . . .’ He replied with a grin, his eyes twinkling. ‘So yeah . . . You can either stay to help me or wait til I’m done . . .’ I said with a small smile, not sure which one he would pick. A deep part of me wanted. The parking lot had been full and she wasn't surprised that there were so many shoppers on a Saturday afternoon, but she was surprised that they all seemed to be men. Normally their blatant stares would have made her uneasy, but standing in the elevator she found herself a little out of breath and she could feel a slippery wetness between her legs. Still watching herself in the mirror she pinched her nipples lightly to make sure they would stay hard for the rest of the men she assumed were up. That's why I'm in this institution, undergoing mundane group therapies, watching headcases substantiate their titles, and secretly flushing the medicinal concoctions I'm given daily. At first, I was angry; but have learned to become a passive drone, partially in self-preservation, and partially because the staff remains blissfully unaware that I continue my “disgusting” research with my true friend and co-conspirator at the lab. Cheryl is a true poster child for Walmart, disguised in a lab.