;-) Aber mehr gibt es nicht. Niemals. Die jungen Typen meinen ja, dass sie die tollsten wären. Dabei sind sie letztendlich nur zu faul zum Masturbier...n und wollen bequem zum Schuss kommen. Ohne Anstrengung einfach eine schnelle Rammel-Nummer bis sie kommen. Darauf sind sie auch noch stolz. Ob mir das was bringt interessiert sie gar nicht. Forget it!Meine Vorgesetzten sind das einfach besser. Älter und erfahrener. Auf der anderen Seite wissen sie, dass es in ihrem Alter nicht mehr so einfach ist. So he was a logical choice to be the replacement Chancellor.Lord Gilbert continues to drivel on. Oblivious to the fact that The Queen's mindset is obviously elsewhere. She reminisces about capturing the great city and cementing her position as Queen and effectively ending the War for The Crown. That was nearly a week ago and Marissa was quite pleased at the progress. She not only managed to assassinate the young King Bryce and get away with it, but through clever manipulation of the vassal. “I warned you about using big words around him. C’mon, Brock. I’ll explain what he meant in the car. Don’t wait up, Daddy.”Meredith clutched Brock’s hand on the way to the car and gave him a blazing smile when he held open her door for her.She turned to him as he got in the driver’s seat.“OK,” she said. “Serious for a minute. I’ve had exactly one first date in my life. I was 13 years old and two days later, we hit the lottery. My life turned upside down and no one looked at me the same way. Instantly, the pimp was on top of her with his powerful hands around her throat. "I'll kill you, you gorram whore!" He hoarsely roared as he locked his arms and began to squeeze.Inara countered by dropping her chin and tightening her neck muscles while wrapping her legs around his midsection exerting a crushing pressure on his internal organs with her powerful thighs. The pimps' face turned from red to purple as his grip weakened and he turned to claw at her legs. "Gotcha sucker!" Inara thought.