" I guess I believed her. Who would make that claim who wasn't?"Well I am.....so there is no way we can fuck."I laughed and laughed when she said it. ...Oh.....that's why we can't fuck? Okay baby.....whatever you say." She laughed too.We went back to my room. She was much drunker than I was. We sat in the dark on my couch and listened to old country songs. There were a few candles lit and a blue light bulb in a lamp on top of the t.v. The sun was all but gone and it was very dim.We started. There were a lot of questions but Jim justmumbled that he was going home for a visit and went back to hiscubicle. It was the gossip of the week at the office. No one couldbelieve he was actually going to take some time off. There was eventalk about bets as to whether he would really not be there thefollowing Monday.Jim spent the rest of the week planning his trip. He made reservationsat a motel in his old hometown, bought bus tickets, arranged for arental car and packed his bags. He also made a. There's little talk about it in Parliament or other governmental offices, but I've had to trot out here many a night and comfort the survivors, if any, of a family... usually the children who most readily absorb the noxious waste and die, choking in their vomit." Good God, man!" I said incredulous that such incidents were occurring in this city without my having heard a peep of it."That's not the end of it Mr. Fogg. For the filthy waste, once in our sewers, wends its way into the Thames and. I guess I’ll kiss you!”“That’s MUCH better! I like a bitch who obeys me!”“Ok – ok; I’m kissing you!”“Now take all those clothes off, honey! I want to see you naked!”“NAKED???!!!”“I said NAKED! Now TAKE ‘EM OFF… nice and slow! I want to savor this!”“Like this?”“Yeah; like that! I just LOVE those fucking tits of yours!”“Oh, Natali!”“Now kiss my feet, honey! Kiss my tootsies and suck on them! Stick ‘em in your fucking mouth!”“But Natali; you’re wearing NYLONS!”“I don’t fucking care! Let me feel.