Hank came through the door, pushing a heavy metal table mounted on wheels.
“Let’s test her, Frank,” she said with a tight smile.
Your cranky great-grandfather thinks that 2016 is the year the machines take over.
), diagnose that weird red mole on your arm (cancer!
), and Google “Flo Progressive Insurance boyfriend” (married! You may have heard that you can even use technology to score a date.
“I detest you spoiled little rich bitches,” she snarled. Until I learned how soft and gutless you are.” Sue was stunned.
Not even speaking to what you call ‘poor white trash’. Smirking little princesses like you helped make my life miserable a long time ago.
” Hammer reached over and twisted a dial in the base of the rod.
Her lithe young body twisted and writhed on the tabletop.
They would betray their friends, tell secrets, promise to be good in the future. She stared in fascination at the innocent-looking metal rod.