."She looked as if she were about to cry, as my rejection hit home."Oh come on, Sam, it's not as if I'm being unreasonable." I said. "I mean, I'm as o...d as your father!"."Yes exactly", she said, fighting back the tears. "You are older and I can trust you to be serious about this. It's not like I'm asking some random guy. You've known me all my life and I know you wouldn't want me to be unhappy. AND I'm not a little girl anymore - I can make my own choices now." She said defiantly."That's true",. I've enjoyed myself."Sensei said, "We should start with your question, Mark."I didn't know why we "should", or maybe Sensei just talked like that. In any event I said, "You were right about my broken arm being healed already. The cast was removed last Friday, and there was no sign of the break in the X-ray. I understand that your prediction was based on aikidoka healing faster than other people. What puzzled me, and puzzled the doctor and nurse at the hospital, was how well my arm was healed.. It had been quite fun though, bullying her step father for the inspector – maybe she would take up the woman's suggestion to go along to a New Opportunity meeting. And maybe, she'd have a word with her mother about doing a bit more practice on her step-father. It had been rather fun putting him through his paces. Perhaps she ought to try a bit more of that.Party Observer, Jill Fenwick, walked slowly down the road. Isobel hadn't done a bad job for a new starter, she thought. She'd get better at. Bianca slowly opens Vittorio’s shirt button-after-button. Sweat is pouring down Vittorio’s hairless muscular chest. Bianca says: “I didn’t realise it was so hot in here…!”Bianca slowly unbuttons her blouse to cool herself, and to reveal her 34d breasts in a tight silky brassiere. “…that’s better! You’re so HOT, Vittorio!” Vittorio says: “As hot as pizza.” Bianca sniggers as she snuggles against Vittorio and kissed him on the ear. Vittorio grinned: “What about we have your favourite thing,.