"Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten f...om you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order. Oh please ... please ... please ... FUCK ME! YEAH, FUCK ME! I’ll do anything ... please make me your whore ... don’t stop ... please don’t stop fucking me ... please ... please...”Chloe wants so badly to touch herself that she’s on the verge of tears.Becca’s wails change to mindless sobs as her staggering series of orgasms goes on and on. At last, like a wind-up doll whose spring has run down, the girl sags in the gangster’s arms. She’s completely drained, exhausted, and Rodney has still not. Dad seemed a bit quieter than usual but otherwise everything seemed normal. Then it was election day and both my parents went out to cast their votes.Next morning my brother and I woke up to the astonishing news that was being flashed out all over the television.Basically the League for Male Supremacy had won 483 out of the 650 seats being contested and had an overwhelming majority in the new Parliament. Every single sitting female MP had lost her seat and every one who had been a candidate but. " The girl held up a foot that was bandaged with strips of cloth. "Mamma put some medicine on it, but she says it ain't better like it should be."Angela unwrapped the foot, which was swollen and revealed an ugly purplish wound surrounded by red skin. Her mother had been wise to send her to the doctor."It is infected," said Angela. "I need to show this to Doctor Kimble." Will I be all right?" the girl asked worriedly."You'll be fine," said Angela. "Be right back."It was Bob's opinion that the.