The waiting area was just like any other set of connected chairs in the airport, perhaps a bit plusher with armrests. Sitting down, the slit in my ski...t gave an unobstructed view of my shapely tan legs. There were several businessmen, a woman and c***d, and a couple of well-dressed women sitting around me, just normal travelers, I guess. The seats directly in front of me were empty.I leaned down to my oversize handbag and pulled a romance novel out, peering over the top of my glasses, I noted. He sat down in the middle. Mo and E came up and sat on either side of him.“I thought you guys were heading up to 24th,” Francis remembered demurely.Mo looked over, “We thought you might wanna chill wit’ us.”“Why is that,” Francis inquired.“You was makin’ mad eye contact,” E added. “We know what time it is.”“Y’all get down,” quizzed the older man.“Yeah,” answered Mo.“Seriously?”“I said yeah, faggit,” smirked Mo. “See you like dat,” he added after seeing Francis’ shifting body language.“You get. Jacquelyn, or Jackie, had enough. Her current master had ruled her life for the last fifty years. She looked young but felt older than her two hundred twelve years. She asked him for an End. Much to her surprise, he agreed.Ending women was simple for their masters. Her master registered his intent to End her and Jackie registered her acceptance. She could have initiated the End but preferred to be submissive to her master after making her request to him. He decided to make her End public, as. " Irving Stone, The Agony and the EcstasyThat paragraph, peeking into the thoughts of Michaelangelo as a boy my own age, had pulled me in and captivated me.We handed in our samples, and moved on to a discussion of Mrs. Irving's expectations. She expected each of us to be able to construct a sentence properly, to be able to critically deconstruct any sentence we were given, and to be able to discuss the parts of the sentence intelligently. This was our goal for the end of the year.Unlike many of.