The conflict is not the dealbreaker stuff, but as long as the pilgrimage continues there are spacious openings for the chemistry to not be Aaron Rogered (if you're counting the two nots we've got showstopper and losing ones shit). No resentment.

Eddie Stanky

Serene at the mention of 'sup? but conscious of the testo-tweek from her least auspicious moment. I get dewy from getting arousey over the possibility.

Being held to a standard is like being sentenced to enjoy the gratification, so the invite
is such a delight
that we might
undo the tight
early in the night.

That takes us to the saga of Lloyd Rutabaga. He would bust a move, bust a nut then write about it. Meanwhile life does the within/out thing and there we are. The Bogart thing (power is given, control is taken) is over-rated.