”“Hmm. If you got that pent-up energy, I know how you can use it!” she declared invitingly. “My roommate is on a date. Let’s go work off tha... frustration!”She led me back to her dorm and had me fuck her as hard and fast as I could. She threw her body at me with wild abandon, her hips slamming hard into me with her arms and legs locked tight around me. I grabbed hold of the end of the bed for leverage and really pounded in and out of her. When I came, it felt like my head was going to explode. I can't spout poetry or paint for crap. I am good enough to kill with a bow, just a bit better with a katana, but I can meditate with the best of them. Ultimately, I rejected my samurai training, because I am an animal. But I am one patient fucking animal. Do you understand me kid?"'What was he talking about?' "Uh, no sir. I mean, you just said you are a patient animal?" Bingo kid. I am going to tell you what to do; if I have to I will physically show you. I will be telling you the same shit. In fact, as Zeno points out, the glass must pass an infinite number of such halfway points before it can get even halfway to the ground-a seemingly impossible feat. Zeno, of course, illustrated his paradox differently, but concerns over the possibility of arrow-perforation have lost considerable traction in recent history. Either way you look at it, the conclusion is the same-the arrow hits its mark, the glass hits the rug, and no matter how many trades you make while trying to distract. After all, the day had been just perfect. That, she knew for sure. And thinking about her perfect day made her very, very happy. So why did she need to worry about the details?As Emily dressed for school, she noticed that putting on her bra was surprisingly difficult. It was weird, but it seemed like her breasts were bigger. She needed to rummage around in her underwear drawer for a couple of minutes before she could find one that she could wear comfortably ... a red, lacy one that barely.