It seemed to taper towards the top, from a perfect circle to a chunky, carved square. Yelena couldn’t quite make out the carvings from this angle, t...ough. She tensed, expecting the crash of breaking glass that would bring the security guard running, but the girl didn’t move at all. The glass did, though. It softened and sagged as though it were melting under a heat-lamp, as though years flowed by for the case while seconds passed for Yelena and the girl. Within moments, it dripped down the side. “You two have a good evening,” he said as he escorted us to the door.“I’m sorry about Father,” she said quietly after the door closed. “He’s overly protective of me. You’re the first date he’s ever approved of. Fortunately, he wasn’t around when I was away at college,” she chuckled.“I have to admit, if any of my daughters are half as beautiful as you, I’ll probably be worse than that,” I admitted. She gave me a glowing smile for the compliment and snuggled closer to me until we got to my car.We. He was perusing the 2006 edition of 'The Grammarian', noticing with an increasingly furrowed brow the equally increasing places where his honour had been mutilated; his name had been wrongly spelt! While this was not a new experience for the boy, whose name was spelt and pronounced incorrectly so often that he was beginning to forget his name himself, it was the sheer magnitude of these spelling errors that shocked and angered him. The boy privately wondered whether the editor decided to. I just happened to be there with my friend when he told her. She was mad and after a couple of hours of us all talking (I spoke better Japanese than her English) I end up driving her home. She however had decided that she wanted some dick that night. So while I was driving she gave me head and when we got to her place we fucked and I stayed over. I learned later she ended up fucking my friend again after that once as a good bye kind of thing. This isn't the story, in telling you just to give.