I am terrible at taking compliments.“I have to be honest, Sir. I have to give my opinion in the politest way possible, and that is what I honestly b...lieve! I know this is a very unusual lifestyle, and it will take some adjustment,” she said before adding, “You probably think of a mother as being an authority figure. I am sorry I can’t give that to you!” Charity apologized sweetly.“Would you prefer I call you Mom or Charity?” I asked with another shrug. If my Dad had told me I had to listen to. As the undefeated six stack, SmutMaster, Foxxo, Hono, Drax, Party and I entered countless competitions, going up against professional nerds who shoot pixels for a living. Unfortunately, we couldn't sign up for the World Cup, as we were all from different places. Even though we were defeated by the pro dream teams made up of people like DSPStanky and Seagull, Jeff Kaplan, the chief design officer of Blizzard approached us one day."That was an amazing performance guys, well done!" Jeff exclaimed. “We went to his apartment, and we...”They were seated on the couch, each with a glass of wine, toward each other. Paula held her glass with both hands while Greg held his in one hand as he put his arm on the back of the couch. They talked and laughed and shared serious and humorous times in their pasts. Paula felt that no question or subject was off-limits, and all his answers were truthful. They talked for about an hour when Greg reached out with his hand and touched her cheek. Paula turned. I hear the water shut off in the bathroom, and take my place behind the door of her bedroom. A few minutes pass before she walks through the door, using her foot to kick it closed as she passes. I smile, knowing that she never looks behind her as she does this. She reaches her bed and pauses, noticing the ropes secured to the posts at the foot of her bed. By the time she looks around, it’s much too late. I’m already on her, one hand clamped firmly over her neck and the other pulling the towel.