Her Dad is pretty well off. He isnt rich exactly but he wrote some kind of software a number of years back and gets good royalties from it. As long as...they didnt go crazy on spending, they had enough to cover all living expenses. Also, he had a older kid from his first marriage before he and Tracys mom got married and had her. Or so I thought, but found out later, it wasnt quite as I had been lead to believe. Anyway we met yesterday after school over and Jennys house and played on her ping. Philosopher: But in a debate you must allow for a hypothetical situation in order to postulate alternatives. Realist: I don’t have to allow a damn thing, nobody set any rules for this debate. Philosopher: And that’s why a realist and a philosopher can never see eye to eye on a subject. Realist: Fine! You want to know why I reject it? A hypothetical situation exists to propose how a reality might function under plausible alternative events. What you suggested isn’t plausible, it’s ridiculous.. Most men didn't, especially when it was just one bag but to her surprise he had said "Yes."So she walked beside him to the car. He had parked at the far end of the lot and the trip was a long one. All the way there he had kept up a small patter of jokes and comments. She found out that he was just in town for a day or so and blushed when he told her how pretty she was. She thought back to that now and remembered how he had stopped her just before she returned to the store, how he had looked. This blindfold didn’t help, but I had promised my boyfriend I’d do what he said. I’d squeezed myself into the PVC knickers he bought me. And have even shaved my pussy smooth and he knew I hated the way it grew back. As his hands ran over my nipples I shuddered. It wasn’t as if I didn’t like his touch, it just felt cold, different even. “You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear as he began to pinch and twist my nipples. “What are you talking about?” I moaned back despite.