‘Neither can I…and we both want to be writers! This is not a good sign…’ ‘No… but maybe we just need a little inspiration…’ ‘I think...you’re right.’ Dean took my cup of coffee and placed it next to his on the table. He looked at me, and I looked back. My mind was at a standstill, his eyes stopped any possible train of thought I might have. He leaned in, so our faces were mere centimeters apart. He touched my hair with his hand, and then left it cupping the back of my head. He leaned in further. What will upstairs look like? will I run into other people. Will she look decent? will there be a cop waiting for me instead? I got in the elevator and pressed the 9th floor. In the text she told me after I get out of elevator to walk to the double door. and Her room is 9C. I get out walk in and im now in what appears to be some kind of medical office or doctors office. there are a few people waiting and c***dren also. I walk towards some doors and look at the numbers im about to knock on 9c. Wo had se jyada dar gai aur boli theek hai chod le mere ko aur fir me unpe toot pada sabse pehel tow mene braa fadi aur uske momo choosne lag gaya wo ab bas chup chaap aanso baha rahi thi . Fir mene uski kacchi utaari aur ek ungli chut me ghusa di aur ragadne ayeee hyeeeee kya sugand chodi unki chhot ne me pagal ho gaya aur puja chaachi ka naam chillane lag gaya aur unko chaatne lag gaya unke chehre se lekar unke per tak chum daala apna lund unke chehre pe ragad diyaa aur unke muh me muth maar. Whoopi got up slowly, and very unsteady as if her shoes were unfamiliar to her and stumbled up to the podium as much for support as to talk to the camera. Seeing the red light on the camera she started to speak and then noticed her arms as if seeing them for the first time. "Whoa, look at that, instant tan!" She then went on in a stream of consciousness monologue, which sounded, eerily like her good friend Robin Williams. Helen Hunt barged onstage and grabbed the microphone away from Whoopi.In.