..umm..be careful."David eyes widen mischievously, and say. "Let me get this right. I can give them any unethical choices, and they have to pick one. ...f they don't within five minutes, they do them all? Once it's over, it's my turn to make a choice to have them be aware or not?"Nova smile with glee, and reply. "Yep, that's about it. So, do you want the gift?"David knows if something is too good to be true, its probably is.David briefly pause, then asks. "Hmmm...out of five billion people on. I'll pour him a glass of wine and feed him a strawberry or two. I love watching his lips open to accept the treat I'm feeding him.Taking a soft white terry towel and the massage oil I'll move down to his feet spread the towel under them and use the massage oil to give him the most relaxing foot massage until he feels like he could melt into the bed. Back to those delicious lips. I want to make out with him like hungry horny teenagers. Deep French kisses and heavy petting until we're both all. She now fully understood the dilemma at hand. They both were wise enough to remain completely quiet. And Brent knew how he was going to manage this.Since he always went running most mornings, this would be his salvation. His shoes were on the floor by the closet. He opened his dresser drawer and grabbed a T-shirt. The drawer above that was quickly opened and he grabbed a pair of socks. Now came the tricky part. The bottom of his bedroom window was at about chest level. His low boy dresser was. My basement hiding place was not very good and they may have been discovered or I may have thrown them out myself (my first ?purge??). I do know that if my parents found them they never said anything to me.When I went away to college I dated a woman who was pretty tall and wore a women?s size 10. She had a nice pair of 4? stack heel, brown/grey suede boots. (She also had some other heels but that?s another story.) I used to sneak into her room and force my foot into those boots and zip them up..