" You can call me Sandy," I offered."Oh, no - I like Alexandra MUCH better," he smiled. "It's a veryfeminine name. Sandy's kind of butch, if you ask m...."I noticed Richard flinch when Betty used that word. 'Uh-oh,' I thought,'he touched a nerve. But he's got a good point.'"I just wanted to say I find it hard to believe you're not a real girl.You look and sound very feminine. How old are you, Alexandra?"I glanced at Dr. Westerman, then back at Betty. "Uh, I'm seventeen. AndI wish I WAS a real. Bruiser didnt need asking twice. Tail wagging her buried his tongue up Angelas snatch. Karen, her friend leant forward to see the action. Ooh hes got such a LONG tongue she told her friend. Angela was moaning with pleasure Mmmm get your panties off and try it she instructed her friend. Karen slid her leggings off and then her panties. Are you sure no one will know? she asked. Nobody can see us and Im not going to tell, are you? With that Karen took the same prone position as Angela, parting. . Their all dead.” an almost forty-something-year-old man yelled.I continued to look around noticing 23 no 24 people if I counted myself. I didn't recognize anyone. Some even spoke in different languages. Besides the 24 of us there was a raised platform with 24 chairs, no they where throne's on it but the rest was just the endless empty white void.After what seemed like hours but was only minutes another white flash blinded us with many crying out.I blinked slowly clearing my eyes blurred. . twenty minutes. Okay ... love you too.”Her purse was still in the car, a testament to the truth that she was seriously distraught.It took her twenty-two minutes but the last of those was in the elevator to the ninth floor.The receptionist just waved her down the hall. “He’s dying, Carlton, well, maybe,” she said, sagging into the chair across from him even before he could come around to her.He pulled up the other chair in front of his desk and took her hand in his.“Okay, tell me,” he.