The PRIZE is TIME1. Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life.2. And when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is Not ...redited to us.3. What we haven't used up that day is forever lost.4. Yesterday is forever gone.5. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time WITHOUT WARNING...SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?Those seconds are worth so much more than the same amount in dollars.Think about it and remember. Slowly, he raised his machine pistol, almost pointing it at the soldier. The moment in time stretched out, seemingly impossibly long. Martin had just made up his mind to tie the soldier up, when another soldier came running up the draw.Martin jerked slightly as he turned to face the newcomer, and the reflex reaction caused the machine pistol to fire, though unaimed. Rock chips and dust flew everywhere. The rounds struck the ground just a few feet in front of Martin, but the cone of chip and. Her hands run through his black hair that shined when the moon light hit the strains. She move it back away from his forehead. He starts to kiss down her stomach. He plays with her bellybutton with his tongue and his hands starts to spread her legs wider. His mouth moves closer. He lightly blows on her wet lips. This sends shivers down her body. He looks up at her and whispers if he can taste her, she replies yes baby. He runs his tongue up and down her lips. He gently parts the lips with the. It was real. This was an unusual morning, unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I did, oh wow! …Why?” Tricia repeated almost chanting “why, why” over and over several times, silently under her bitter breath, troubled indeed, to say the least. Her old sagging mattress and thin, worn sheets usually evade comfort, forcing her to fight the springs and the lumps for slumber, and bundle for warmth. But at this very moment on the day that should have been, was.