The rules are as complete as possible at the time of writing, and they have been updated since they were first compiled. This isn’t a comprehensive ...ist because some writers have been authorized to add to the details of Crossroads, Cassandra, and Chaos. You’ll need to read their stories to learn the extras as they go, because I doubt I’ll be in a position to update this every time a new DiD story is published. I will try to update it from time to time. Some things are duplicated because they’re. "Better get a Curry then," Nobby says, "Before we waste away."Waste away, Nobby's gut had to be 46 inches at least and he must have been eighteen stone because Al's Land rover got quite a list on when Nobby climbed aboard.We had a curry, "Why is it always Indians what sells curry?" Nobby asked idly as he stuffed his face.There really wasn't no answer, and then we met Sheila as we walked home, she was standing at bus stop by WH Smiths."What you doing our Sheila?" Nobby asks as if it wasn't. She wore white blouses that hugged her curves and showed just a little, tasteful cleavage, while hiding the majority of her large tits. Being a thick woman, her tits had the firm busty quality in her tight fitting blouses. She wore heals, making her thick legs apear long and fit. In her heals she was about 5'7" and when she talked you would stare at her white teeth, light lipstick and her green eyes with black eye makeup. Her outfits seemed like they were screaming for cock.It was a slow. "McCock waved him to the second chair. As Cowboy settled in McCock explained,"I'm running some ideas about our hull through the Architect files in the Yard Library and I stumbled across this experimental courier design – nothing came of it. I do this and this look what we've got" as he manipulated the programme's functions."Still looks military if we are for a racing yacht," observed Cowboy."There's always a market for a military surplus; no, not at the very top of the racing yacht market but.