How long ago was that? Threehours? Four?What do I care?Nothing matters any more.Nothing.Richard Brookbank is dead. I will be a woman for the rest of m... life.For the rest of my life...I cover my face with my hands. I want the world to end tonight. WhetherAmerica invades Iran and the Soviets respond by pouring tanks across theborder, or an asteroid lands smack in the middle of ICI Billingham it'sall the same to me.As long as I don't see another morning.Very slowly, as though every chemical. So theThree Amigos hung out.Bone looked up at the TV in front of them. It was playing highlights,and Stephen Durant was hitting long shots."You remember the night of your 3s?" Bone said."Of course I do," Singer said. "Best night of my life."It was their junior year at UC, and they were playing Buffalo, andSinger had gone crazy in the last minute of the game. He hit two 3s inthe final seconds, then another one in overtime, and they had won bythree.Singer Bailey was a point guard, and a good one,. The slave stops dead and feels his crotch twinge unexpectedly. Quickly catching up with his Mistress, the slave wonders how she could have realised his deep, secret yearning to be manhandled by a strong, dominant Master. "Strip and then stand here," the Mistress commands and the slave promptly obeys, pulling off his street clothes and assuming an open leg stance at her side whilst watching the Master stride over. "So this is the boy you were telling me about?" the Master asks. "Yes, he took. I'll meet you at the city when I can."She started to walk away but Dorothy wouldn't let her hand go. "We stick together." Lion walked beside them,"I have to report back to Queen Ozma. You two take care of one another. Just tell one of the a****ls that you need my help and they will relay the message to me." Dorothy hugged him tight,"I love you Lion thank you for everything." He bowed to Leandra and sprinted towards the river. "Well it's just you and me Leandra. Which way do we go." Leandra.