He turned on theTV and watched the morning news as he ate his toast. After putting thefew dishes in the dishwasher to be washed later he walked briskl... toGloucester Road underground station, buying a paper as he went.He arrived at the platform just as his train pulled in and got on withthe usual crowded bustle. There was room to stand not too far from thedoorway.He looked around idly at the other passengers in the compartment. Hiseyes met those of a young mother seated with a toddler on her. "Why would John want to do anything for a mom who ran out on him!" BEN said. ("I did not--") "That's right... She did," JEAN found 'his' voice. "She did! Jeanni Lamphear was more important than her own kid. Than her whole damned family!" "That's not true," JANE said. "His father was forcing me to choose: It was either him, or my career! You understand that! Think of Derek! Don't prove him right!" "I don't want to think of any Derek! I don't want to think of you!! I don't know what this power. 8 inches, cut, and thick. I'll expect you here within 30 minutes. Don't be late." He included his address and directions. I was blown away by his approach. So dominant, so confident. I had no idea what he looked like but I already couldn't wait to suck him off. He was absolutely right: if I wanted to be used like a true slut then I had to start acting like one. Without even thinking about what I was doing I grabbed my bottle of poppers and got in the car. 20 minutes later I was standing outside. Look, there are a lot of gifted writers on Lit, writing about juicy, quivering sex. What are you hanging around here for? Hans ***** It’s never easy to predict how long it will take to go from blank monitor screens to finished computer code, but we had a plan of sorts, with not just one deadline but dozens of them. Not surprisingly, the actual accomplishments had lagged behind the plan in a lot of areas. Problems were uncovered that had not been anticipated. To make it worse, the architecture.