Mandy sent Samantha to try on the dress again, probably as much to break up the horseplay as to get another check on her progress.During the second ha...f, the game was close, and I was paying attention to the game until I heard Samantha hiss. "Mom, what are you doing?" Calm down. It's taking too long for you to keep changing in and out of the dress. I just need to check on something. Aaron's not even looking this way, he's all wrapped up in his game."Of course, after hearing that, I just had to. .. but every single one of them had a disqualifier.It gives one furiously to think!Is Sol 3 unique?Are We the chosen few?Have we no where to go?Is this the end?Vee suggested the only alternative that had the least possibility of working."Nothing seems to fit. Let's build our own," she said.She looked at each of us.We all laughed...nervously ... even Vee.After the infinite pause, "Gods?" asked April."Slap your face, April!" said Vee. "We are not Gods ... we just need a home of our own. Got any. Perhaps when we pass here again, she thought … he clearly is ripe for some education in certain arts. On the road each of them dwelt quietly in their own thoughts for a while. Terence was pondering his new-found mastery, glancing frequently towards his slave. Unfortunately for him, in her own cogitations his slave was plotting to become distinctly un-slavish once again. She was determined to reassert some independence. It was not, she told herself, that she would renege on her surrender. After. With my size and my hair slicked back, as I usually wear it, I look like an extra for “The Sopranos.” The run, as it usually does, cleared my head of all the daily crap at work. I got back to my place and spotted Wendy standing at my door with a folder in her hand. “Hey, have you been waiting long?” “I just got here a few minutes ago,” she said. Gorgeous as ever, she’s in a pair of light green cotton shorts with a plain white t-shirt. Her long tan legs are a wake-up call; the outline of her.