Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A. Carol showed Debbie where the bathroom was, and after I noticed Debbie wander into the kitchen following Carol. Brenda, Steve, James and myself were all sitting in the lounge comparing notes, when I heard a very loud WHAAAAAATTTTTTT???? coming from the kitchen – and from Carol’s mouth. I knew I had to investigate...I went to the kitchen and took one look at Carols face and realised she’d had the shock of her life.‘What’s up, luv?’ I asked, as innocently as I could manage.‘Do you know who you’ve. "Oh?" Well – I guess she has some witches hanging around near his house, and if he comes out after us, and they can be sure he'll be gone for a while, they're gonna go in to get your blood." Really?" Yeah. So, if he shows up, try to stall him."I looked out the windows and wondered by what manner Mr. Woodhouse would show up. Would he come at us before the bus reached the city? For just then, it was passing over a ridge, and I could see the tall buildings strewn along the river running through. You know that I asked to work with you don't you?" he questioned."No, I didn't," I answered wondering why he had done that. "Why me?"He continued to dry his crotch which was exciting me to no end. "Well, I heard about your all-conference championship and that you are a stud with the upper body moves," he stated with another one of those gleams in his eye. I was confused wondering if he was talking about on the mat or in bed (and was hoping it was the latter)."Thanks. I love to throw guys.Read More
