“I may seem unduly— anxious. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. I do not care, but only that you will leave my affairs to me. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQyLjE1Ni4yMzUgLSAyMS0wOS0yMDI0IDEzOjMxOjA1IC0gMTk2NjQ1NTMxMQ==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 18-09-2024 11:19:03
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10