"I looked over the paper, which was covered in writing, in some languageI didn't recognize. However, just because I didn't know what languageit was, ...hat didn't mean I couldn't read it. My translation abilitymade it as easy to read as if it had been in plain English.While I read the page out loud, Scrye listened with a focused look.Since she was an exemplar, she was probably memorizing every word. Thepage seemed to be instructions on how to activate a magic amulet of somekind, but from. "Yeah, Tami was thinking about dying her hair, so I bet that if I won, she and Robbie couldn't dye their hair, and if I lost, they could dye mine." You're a braver man than I am." Gunga Din," I said, finishing the quote. Her dad raised his eyebrows. "Mom and Dad are into old movies. I was raised on a diet of Cary Grant, with a little John Wayne and the Marx Brothers thrown in." That explains a lot."Upstairs, I closed the door and pulled Robbie into a long kiss."Somebody's been practicing,". . through some rough times in my life."The talent portion was a biggie. That and the interview of course - the question and answer, which I thought I'd aced. Talent would be a bit harder though. I did a piano recital, something easy at first, Beethoven's Fur Elise, but I'd done the arrangement myself and I thought I could give it a lot of emotion. With the Beethoven it's largely a matter of tempo.My second piece was more difficult, a selection from Chopin that I struggled with constantly and. "Oh, have you measured it? Is he bigger?" our mom asked. Now I was beginning to understand why Beth sucked me real hard the other day, then held a ruler from my desk down to gauge my cock."Yeah, he's seven and a quarter." I win, Bethie, just wait until you get home, you're mine for a week." Mom cried."What's that?" I asked my sister who was playing with my cock as we all watched each other across the internet."Oh, we had a bet on who had the bigger cock, you or Dad. I lost, I picked Dad and.