"Since Ted can't remember, why don't you share it for him." Nadia then gave me a wicked smile as her eyes glinted mischief.She then turned to my siste..., "Do you remember the day I slept over, and you whined about my underwear being too sexy for a sleepover?"The smile on my face became contorted as it became awkward. I remembered that day. I never knew that underwear could be so sexy. The way that it held her breast as if it was an offering to me. The lace that seemed to cover very little of her. As a new yorker I take the subway to and from work so you can imagine my pain. The situation in question happened a few months ago on a Thursday evening. It had been a long day and grimaced at the thought of the crowded subway cars and bustling underground hikes as a would have to make 2 transfers to get home. I was on my last train home, the longest leg of the journey when i found my self in a particularly crowded car. If you ever wonder what happens in a sealed sardine can visit new york and. And he hasn't been back since. I want him to live a long, happy life, and a good diet and proper exercise really make the difference. You know that."I nodded. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world but feeling like shit before and after a match was usually the result of someone running late and having to pick up fast food just for the calories. "I have to admit, it's been a helluva lot more pleasant with you cooking your weird organic meals than before when dad and I were eating frozen. He wasnt afraid. Hed been waiting for this day for quite some time. He looked forward to his journey. Sato walked toward the Pacific, shivering slightly at the chill of the water. His uniform quickly became saturated with water, and became heavy. Sato was resolute, though, and using his last reserves of strength, he marched forward, and then began to swim. A long swim, he thought. Back in his room, Amanda, an elderly female attendent, had entered and found a letter on his desk, handwritten..