The announcer poured Kristi's steaming hot cum into a shot glass and held it up. The glass was nearly overflowing. "Bids start at 50 bucks!" he said. ...he crowd started to scream out numbers. "I hear 75 bucks, 100 bucks. Come on she's got to taste better than that!" he said.The crowd went crazy, screaming so many numbers the announcer had difficulty keeping up. The bids reached three hundred and would have gone higher but the announcer had a price in his mind and gave the shot glass to the first. I had only listened to it until that point since I turned it on. I almost dropped my bowl on the floor at the screen. Everyone on the set of the local news show was naked. Been watching this channel news show before work for a year and couldn’t understand why everyone was nude. On top of that, the attractive lady that just presented the weather didn’t show any sign of embellishment of the fact that she was showing everyone everything.I must have dreamed and quickly grabbed the remote to another. Printing presses were hauled in and yet another newspaper launched. Failed.The Modernist was eventually carved up into a warren of small shops and offices. Two of which were occupied by a minor cultural attaché to a third world country. Whose government, unluckily, had been overthrown, char-broiled, and banqueted upon. Contrary to early, and enthusiastic, media reports, it was not Kansas.My John Bolton plan was as audacious as it was illegal. I’d strolled past the lobby guard in a bevy of three. Our friendship had been made and we used to talk with each other for long period of time each day.One day she spoke, “ Shekhar, you are older to me, yet you have a softer and smoother skin”. I stated, “ Suvarna, I have not compared, but I take an oil bath each day after massaging myself with oil before bathing. Maybe the reason to keep my skin healthy.”She excused herself that she had to go to a doctor as she was being treated for lower back pain. She used to ride a scooter as it was convenient.