I prefer the core be trained at Roselawns and be smart paralegal-like people with very few actual lawyers. Becky would be the attorney in charge. Her ...riend Bernie will be the knowledge expert. Bernie's job will be quality control and monitoring changes in the law. Priority order is legality, quality, sustainability, and cost control. I'd rather have two part-timers working on a single module of the expert system than a single person that is hard to replace. I want strong cohesion and weak. She pulled me to my feet and looked into my eyes.“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, as if this were my lair and she had been lured into it.“I'm going to shag you,” I said. “Dorothy. You sexy woman.” She put her arms around my neck.“Oh,” she said. “I like to be shagged. I've never actually said that before – or anything like it – but I like that idea very much.” I wondered for a split second if she had meant to say, “I would like to be shagged” or if she was telling me she had. “Then why?”“Honestly, for the fun of it. I have a good life.”Her eyes had changed. They were a bright green now as she peered at him.“Fun? My friends died for fun?”He stepped towards her. “And what do you plan to do about it?”“I could call the police,” he said as a threat, raising a finger towards her. “Or,” she said with a smile across her face. She leaned back and lifted her dress high up. “You can slay this old cunt again with your sword.”Keith didn’t know why, but as he looked at her. We found a bar about 3 blocks away, there was a big crowd there but we found a little spot with a table to stand at, and my husband went to get our drinks. Within seconds there was a group of about 15 very athletic looking guys standing at my table, all of them looking at my boobs and nipples, and they started talking to me. I didn't attempt to cover up and asked them if they were here for any reason, they said that they were in town for a football game, which they won, and that they were.