The man said, “My name is Chris, you’re an artist right?” “Yah, but these drawings are nothing, I can never seem to find a knack for anything...” “Well, I think I can help you,” said Chris, “by the way, what’s your name?” “Claire,” she whispered. “Ok Claire, will you take me to your home?” “Yes,” said Claire mesmerized by his gray eyes. Claire watched Chris in awe as they walked together down the streets. She began to study his facial expressions, the way he walked, and, most importantly,. Gently at the beginning and tenderly, stipulating the sin, I explored your tight back crevice. And when I felt it relaxed, I pushed my tongue into it, violating at once all taboos and prejudices. And as simple as that, with slow, wet movements, already being submitted to the "unfamiliar acquaintance" of our bodies, I made love to you in the most "unorthodox" way. Throughout all those intimate moments you had taken my thumb in your mouth and sucked on it with voluptuous fury, while at the same. He wasn’t too concerned with the mark of the reaper on Tom, much to my surprise. He seemed to have a mentality of what will happen and there was no use in too much fussing over it. It was in complete contrast to the obsession I seemed to have the mark of the reaper and it seemed to have taken over a major portion of my life, especially with it popping around at completely random and inopportune moments.I had an inkling that the arrival of Sol Syntivon on earth would shed some more light on this. She flips through it a bit and suddenly realizes that it is probably better than the book Donald has been having her read.She would love to waste her afternoon reading this right now, but her meeting calls her.She hurries downstairs, kicks the bags out of the way; she will get them to the garage when she gets home, and goes to her car.She is antsy throughout the meeting, wanting it to conclude the business at hand and adjourn. But it drags on. And she does see the others there catching.