cthia wrote:"cthia"][Shadow of Saganami - Ch. 1[/i].... eleven thousand brilliantly polished boots slammed together in instant response. Fifty-five hundred midshipmen and midshipwomen came to attention, ...
I never quite figured that the male/female ratio was so even -- which suggests all sorts of things.
Weird Harold wrote:What gives you the impression that the ratio is even?
Hint: unless Saganami is admitting one-legged cadets, 5500 cadets == 11000 boots.
Thanks for doing the math for me Harold. This is an example of the pitfalls of trying to read with the enticing smell of parfum and a beautiful woman scantily dressed on the sofa beside you - who is feigning innocence.
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stewart wrote:
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Cthia --
And suggests your priorities are somewhat askew if, on Valentines Day, with a significant other making suggestive eyes at you, WHY ARE YOUR FINGERS TAPPING THE KEYBOARD ?
In naval parlance, Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot, over.
-- Stewart
To explain it, we have to go back to the SUPERBOWL.
My friends and I got ourselves into a bit of a pickle. The girls bet us that the Denver Broncos would win. More interestingly, they bet that a pig could more accurately predict the winner than a bunch of men.
On the television show "Live With Kelly and Michael" they used their famous pigs to pick the winner of the upcoming game. Apparently, these pigs have a winning record and have accurately predicted several things now, by dressing the part and by whichever crosses the finish line in a race. The Denver Broncos pig crossed first, therefore the Broncos were going to win. The girls found out about this because one of their Aunts attended the show.
Puh-lease!
Of course, being guys and just knowing the Panthers wouldn't lose, we said it was absurd. So the bet was on. If the girls lost, they'd be our willing pets all of Valentine's Day. If we lost, we'd be theirs. Plus, if we lost we had to present a very special gift of love in the manner of "a girls best friend."
We lost, and paying the piper was a copper-plated "itch." The girls woke us up at 6:00 A.M sharp where they served US breakfast on the sofa. We had to "suffer" watching them, dressed in scanty lingerie while preparing breakfast. There was going to be an entire day of this, culminating into a lovely dinner in an even sexier evening gown. We had to endure teasing all day long. My wife changed lingerie a total of 14 times. I didn't get to unwrap my ultimate gift, a very sexy number from Amsterdam, until 11:PM. Then I had to chase her around the home.
You can now guess where I was "itching."
In the end, my wife and I both won.
'I wonder why she's sleeping late?' -- as he pulls the string and pats himself on the back, all itch free and satiated.
I presented her a matching set of D-Flawless fancy blue diamonds and a matching necklace -- which she wore all day long. The fancies almost shone as bright as her matching blue eyes. Flowers were delivered all day long. She's a very special woman. She doesn't like expensive gifts on Valentine's Day. She prefers the energy of romance, yet our egos wrote a check my arse had to cash.
If only the Panthers had won. lol
Oh, I've got breakfast in bed duty today. Whenever she awakens.