With the help of a close friend, Clarke manages to land an internship at Trigeda Industries, a multibillion dollar technology corporation, in an effort to pay off her student loans and get a reference for her résumé. What starts out as a seemingly boring job soon takes a sharp turn when she manages to get herself trapped in an elevator with an alluring and confident brunette that is single-handedly the most gorgeous woman she’s ever seen.
So… just who exactly is this mysterious Green Eyes?
Will there be a Shirtless Kylo Nightmare? Or does he get to have Shirtless Pleasant Dreams because this is Star Wars and we’re going in the opposite direction so they want to bookend the saga appropriately?
How many unguarded or poorly-guarded platforms suspended over an abyss will there be?
Did Luke’s New Jedi Order collapse because the power company finally came after him for the 5.8 quintillion credits’ worth of unpaid electrical bills the old Order left behind? Is that why he’s on Planet Ireland? Is he hiding from collections?
If Anakin’s Force Ghost appears, but he does so without a smoke machine behind him, did he really make an appearance?
Who’s going into a Mystical Cave that is full of monsters and/or the Force in this one?
What will I write about when this movie breaks my heart?
I am relatively naïve due to my childhood and religious upbringing. Periodically I skim your blogs.. quite educational by the way.. tonight I found a blog of a woman who, according to her Bio, is an amateur porn producer. She sells her Kik, videos, “pillow chats”, clothing.. (SunflowerSara if you want to find her… $50/ month to chat, get pictures, and videos.)
However, this enlightened me about a problem I have. I have well over 20,000 following me.. shocking I know!!! I never imagined or even wanted the attention. If I were paid $50/month by all to whom I give my time now, I would earn over $100,000 a month. 😐
At some point in their relationship with me, I have had Followers…more than I want to quantify…ask me for personal pictures, sexual interests, sexual stories, videos, my number, my Kik, to call me, meet me…. All with me only seeing a cock or abs or reblogs of their porn interests. I recognize that these individuals probably think they are giving compliments.
I think women, such as Ms. Sunflower, have allowed men to become accustomed to rude behavior.
Men. It is not appropriate to walk up to a lady and stick your cock in her face unless you have a contract to pay her for such treatment. Of course you are beautiful men. But, let us ask for it!! Why would a lady want to give you ANYTHING with a sales job of..”your tits are beautiful, do you want to meet?” From a little Orange box or said “Cock Avatar”?
My suggestion.. Read a woman’s bio, read the content of her blog, and then introduce yourself.
It is totally fine for Ms. Sunflower to run her blog. I hope she is financially and personally very happy. I have female friends here that have stated on their bio to please submit cock pictures and masturbate with them. Again, great for them.
But Gentleman, not EVERY women in an Online environment likes or finds pleasure in those interactions. Be aware of your presentation and interactions as you meet new people. For me, I am busy. Yes, I love sex and am sexual. However, I am not your mistress. I am not a your wife or girlfriend. I am certainly not your prostitute or slut!
This NOT my career - nor will it be. I want to communicate positively with those in my path. But these thoughtless interactions are a drain on my Time, Energy, and Emotions. Improve please!!
Another point Gentlemen, if a woman such as a myself ever does give her personal contact information, exchanges clothing or videos, TREASURE her and treat her well; because she is rare and priceless. Thank for this educational moment.
Kara was drunk again. She was slumped down in her seat, and her head lolled on her shoulders, bobbing from one side to the next and then down between. Her chin bounced against her chest, and she sucked in a gasp, jerking her head back up and blinking her eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said, the words slurring on her tongue. “Completely fine.”
“Completely drunk is more like it.” Alex sighed and slid out of her side of the booth and into Kara’s. She wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned her cheek against the side of Kara’s head. It was the fourth night in a row that Kara had ended her night at the alien bar, completely trashed, and every night, Alex had come along to keep an eye on her and to clean up the mess. Wipe away Kara’s tears. Listen to her frustrations. Pry her lips off of random aliens who saw nothing wrong with taking advantage of an intoxicated Kryptonian. Indulge her ridiculous desires to play guessing games like I-Spy or shuffle off to the nearby auto graveyard and bench press compact cars for fun. Whatever Kara needed. But it was starting to get a little out of hand, and Alex was beginning to worry that Kara wasn’t going to break out of her funk any time soon. “We should get you home.”
“No,” Kara whined, and Alex rolled her eyes.
“Remember when you were a happy drunk?”
“R’member when I was happy?” Kara hiccuped through the words. A sob became trapped in her chest, and her eyes began to water. “And ’blivious.”
“Oblivious,” Alex said, impressed. “Well, at least this alien alcohol doesn’t affect your vocabulary, just your speech.” She smiled as she teased her. “That and your tear ducts. Overstimulation seems to be a real problem lately. Maybe I should do a work-up.”
Kara snorted out a laugh that quickly turned into sob. This one managed to free itself, and Alex let out another low sigh.
“Oh, Kara,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down Kara’s arm. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
“No, it’s not.” Kara shook her head, a few strands of her hair smacking across Alex’s face and chest. Alex patted them down and then smoothed them behind Kara’s ear, and waited for her to continue. “I can’t sleep. Can’t eat think.”
“Eat think?” Alex poked Kara’s side. “Is that a thing now?”