"Now, what's this that you said was so important?" I ... I really don't know where to begin," she sighed, taking a sip of the steaming brew."Try the b...ginning. I find it's a good place to start any story," he chuckled.And so for the next thirty minutes Marsha spun the story precisely as it had happened, leaving nothing out. She paused a few times, especially when it came to the parts about Trent and their affair, but she struggled through and in the end felt better although she was no longer. Did you also feel it? That jolt or whatever when we kissed like…lovers? Ag, you do know! I saw it on your face!”“Then I don’t have to answer, do I? You’re more perceptive than you think Pam. Maybe we should cancel that back-rub now. I’m not sure I’ll be able to be too brotherly and definitely not in my mind. The thoughts that are running through my head right now are very, very bad.”“How do you think I feel? I’ve had similar thoughts about you for so long that they are part of me now and don’t. They expanded the rodeo, placing it in a dimensionally-neutral city accessible to all, and created a month-long celebration where beings could come from anywhere in the multiverse and try their hand at possessing, controlling, modifying bodies to prove whose techniques were the best, the fastest, the most enjoyable to watch. The Pellians didn't know what to call it other than 'chaos', and the name quickly stuck. After all, it was accurate! There was nothing more chaotic than watching someone. One day I visited my father's shop to give him lunch box which he forgot to bring in the morning. After giving him lunch box I was just walking in the shop. I was at the back side of one rack from where I can see my father but he can't notice it. That time one sales representative visited the shop. He gave one box to my father. Father checked the thing inside the box and took out. That was plastic dick like structure.Father: "No, Take it back. We are not selling these types of things of our.