Cynthia followed suit, glancing around for the signs of where they were going to next, now that the road ended. Mike took a small backpack from the ca..., put it over his shoulder and started toward the forest. "Come on my gorgeous thing, follow me," he said. Cynthia skipped along to catch up to him and walked closely behind as they found a trail that weaved its way through the bush.As they walked to trail opened up a little, they walked hand in hand as Mike began to speak. He told her how. After using it, it would shrink down again by a push of a button. He had the “Minaj Booty”-Edition. It was ridiculous seeing him at his desk, his pants down on his ankles, hugging and humping those two huge brown orbs. The bus drove away, and finally Mikes bus arrived. This one had a motivational quote from Ada Imani, a former queen bee of nationwide celebrity and winner of the Golden Dress this year. The Golden Dress was something like the Nobel-Prize for exceptional performances in the line. The personality change was evident, the tone in her voice was entirely serious and professional, as befitting the role she was currently in, rather than the young, cheerful mode she normally had. I followed her and we both sat down with Amanda. "Go on, Amanda, tell him," she prodded.Amanda sat there with her eyes downcast. She'd been avoiding looking at me in the eyes since it happened. At least that was a sign of genuine regret. "We determined that insecurity and mood swings aren't uncommon. We were just getting food at eleven at night and I was a little impatient to get Des back to bed.“Typical Friday crowd,” Desi said. “Lots of people in for a first look so when they come back tomorrow or Sunday, they’ll have their list of priorities. Fantasy novels seem to be making a comeback. New authors but the same elves, dwarves, and dragons of a century ago.” Riley looked at me.“Noisy,” I said. “Acoustics in the hall are terrible. I don’t think even Desi is being heard more than five feet.