Bye sweetheart

"This is a shocker for me. The Great Dizzy Guy failed to correctly answer my quiz question. Maybe he's getting old?"

First...you think I'm Great??

Second....you think I'm old???

Perhaps you have prophetic vision, because soon I WILL be great.....a great grandfather

And of course I'm getting old.....it's a natural hazard of aging

besides, I had seen the videos of these idiots free diving and then connecting with someone with a chute. I think they have a latent death wish, and the risk is insane. My suicide comment was more of a critical judgment than a name of the sport.

Fault me if you wish, for cherishing life so dearly

Besides, I'm "18 'til I die"....."old" is only a state of mind

A busy afternoon?

Ok,needs must I jet, have a great days.

*Smiling and hugging back*

*Leaving well wishes for Voda*

Walking to you
Then I should hug you now

Hugging you tightly
My naked breasts pressed against you

Im only here for a short time

Beaming a smile
I’m great
Seeing you makes me better

*Smiles*
Hello.
How are you?

#r-myguest

It’s so nice to see you

Hello lovely

*Pads in quietly.*

you here

yes and what can I do for you

Saving your place, sis

With a sharpie
Scrawling on the floor
Voda

She covers quite a distance until she starts to
get winded and ends up at a grove, dark and murky
within, she goes to an ancient tree and stands before
it bent over panting. Then walks in slow circles trying
to figure out the human. She was starting to feel
things she shouldn't. What would her clan say, she'd
be tarnished for mixing bloo-- she couldn't even think
the words through yet the concept has been tormenting
her for weeks. Moving back to the tree she leans
against it idly rubbing her horns for comfort. It felt
good and closes her eyes, wondering what was wrong with
her...was she a freak of her clan?

Deep in thought, in the midst of her troubles, she is
not on her usual guard this deep in the forest and
only when the hair on her neck raises, her skin creeping
does she turn and face the big cat. In the dim light
of the grove she can barely see its huge outline-- only the
glow of its yellow eyes.
She's trapped and she knows it. Barely breathing she looks around
for a way out, realizing the only way out is to go past it.
Still winded from her run she wonders if the goddess will save her,
for surely she won't be able to outrun it.

tugging