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When she slid the paper across the table to me, I drained the amateur rest of my drink and slid out of the booth. Looking down at her, I asked, “What is your room number.” When she gave it to me, I said simply, “I’ll call you in the morning.” And then I waved at Darren and strode out of the bar. I was up until three a.m. researching Neil Austin on the internet. Before I was finished, I felt that I knew him better than I knew members of my own family. On note cards, I wrote down three more questions. I knew there was a possibility that Dallas may have done the same research, so I chose questions that were so obscure; I was sure she would never have committed those details to memory. I slept in the next morning, and then I called the hotel and got them to put me through to Dallas’ room. “I’ll be in the hotel bar at eleven.” When I slid the first note card across the table to Dallas, she chuckled again, “I love tests” The card read, “Where was Neil Austin when JFK was assassinated?” She wrote her answer and immediately slid it back across the table to me. Her answer was “In his fourth grade class at Nashville Elementary.” I slid the second card across the table. The question read, “What was his fourth grade teacher’s name?” She didn’t hesitate in writing down, “Mrs. Forbes”. Finally, I slid the third card across the table to her, “How many siblings did Neil Austin’s mother have?” Again, Dallas didn’t hesitate. “She was the youngest of thirteen children.” Now it was time to throw her a curve ball—a question that couldn’t be obtained by researching Neil Austin on the internet. Neil’s major in college was the same as mine; Psychology. If she was telling the truth, she should be able to oral answer a simple question on that topic, so I ask her, “How would you explain Freud’s ‘Id’ to a novice?” Dallas tilted her head back and laughed out loud. When she composed herself, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “That’s a good one, even if not very difficult. I’m impressed.” I tilted my head in challenge, “Then answer the question.” She raised her eyebrows, grinned, and began, “Freud believed every person has three internal influences, the ‘Id’, the ‘ego’, and the ‘super ego’. The ‘ego’ is the individual themselves—the one in the middle. The ‘super ego’ is the ‘internalized russian parent’. The ‘Id’ is the baby within us--the infant. An infant wants what they want, when they want it. They have no sense of right and wrong. With the ‘Id’ sitting on one shoulder, constantly whispering in one ear, ‘I want that’ or ‘I want to do this’, and the ‘super ego’ sitting on the other shoulder and whispering into the other ear, ‘no, that is bad’ and ‘no you can’t do that’ and ‘you’ll go to hell if you do that’, it’s up to the ‘ego’ sitting in the middle to satisfy them both enough to maintain a proper balance. Freud believed that mental health was determined by Hardcore the ‘ego’s’ ability to keep both of them happy while never letting either one of them have too much influence.” Wow! I was blown away, and I was convinced that Dallas Nash was for real. I asked her, “Do you have GPS?” When she said teen she did, I wrote my address on another card and gave it to her, “I’ll expect you at two p.m.” During the short drive home, I had to keep mentally pinching myself. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I wasn’t at all sure how I should feel about it. Donna had a second drink when Dan leaned toward her and kissed her. Her silken thighs — their feel was exciting him. Momo and the others were so busy playing with their new friends that I didn’t want to disturb them and told them they could come to bed whenever they wanted. See to Hardcore it that crewmembers are included on the list. After catching a quick shower, I dressed for the day and headed out the door, ready to leave as soon as possible. She scampered right up to me. So I started massaging your calf rubbing in the bengay. "Come on, let's give it a shot," she said. She gave a hard pinch on my thighs..” “Isssuu Abbbaaa.. Well, it was raining lightly outside and my aunt Catherine, told me her umbrella was in the coat room, russian out in the hall past the bathrooms. But there I would also fuck both. Her pussy clamped down even tighter, the muscles rippling along my prick. 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