Sharing Chi 3 - Another Quality Experience
Just passing on a tidbit or two for those whe have yet to partake.
You might try to get her to let her hair down (literally). I thought it really brought some more youth to her appearance. If that matters to you.
A very kind, graceful and accommodating lady.
Oh, and don't forget to tell her what you like. She found my "likings" and went for it with some robust gusto.
A big thanks to all those who got there before me and helped clue me in.
And not a single shot was fired
Sometimes many shots are fired in the name of revolution, what starts as civil disobedience ends in a violent eruption, often at places with pastoral names, such as ------Commons or ------Green or ------Square. Without realizing there was an impending anniversary, I decided to visit such a spot, not wishing to be doomed to repeat history but hoping for a conciliatory reunion, knowing that on the very site I was reclined, the police state,in which it is located, once attacked and swarmed what I am sure was once Paradise. I purchased my entry into this infamously named respite and after having to wait a few minutes for my tour guide to finish with another weary traveler, and after wishing I had paid so much more attention in language classes, my tour began. Expectations were high, my attractive, not young, but firmly built guide had a way about her that was not overly firm, but which sent an absolute jolt of electricity down my spine, creating a truly stimulating sensation repeatedly. It may have just been the excitement or expectation playing mind tricks, but even though there was no overt actions taken it was truly a wonderful and exhilarating feeling being there even if my repeated inability to understand the language created a comic confusion. I was so moved by my experience that I requested, no I nigh on begged to fire off a shot or two in honor of all that came before. But alas I was rebuked, the guide not even moved by the offer of an honorarium, and again the language fails me, I thought because maybe I was gui lao, but it kept sounding like I needed to be ray gu rah if I were to get a shot off. So I prepared to leave, feeling better for having made the excursion, but somehow not satisfied with the entire trip. On my way out of the area I was stopped by what I first thought was a panhandler but on closer inspection it was my guide, hoping to get a donation to help keep this site operating. I tried, again as best I could, using my poor language skills complimented with universal sign language, of the procedure required to obtain donations. I am at best a weak man, the comic crocodile tears and sweet demeanor, convinced me to at least leave something for all of the effort given, hopeful that someday if I tried hard enough I could reach the exalted level of ray gu rah that I aspired to be.
Re: And not a single shot was fired
Ilapp, you are so busted!
I always wondered what happened to Major Charles Emerson Winchester III of the 4077th MASH...now I know...you lurk here.
[QUOTE=Ilapp]Sometimes many shots are fired in the name of revolution, what starts as civil disobedience ends in a violent eruption, often at places with pastoral names, such as ------Commons or ------Green or ------Square. Without realizing there was an impending anniversary, I decided to visit such a spot, not wishing to be doomed to repeat history but hoping for a conciliatory reunion, knowing that on the very site I was reclined, the police state,in which it is located, once attacked and swarmed what I am sure was once Paradise. I purchased my entry into this infamously named respite and after having to wait a few minutes for my tour guide to finish with another weary traveler, and after wishing I had paid so much more attention in language classes, my tour began. Expectations were high, my attractive, not young, but firmly built guide had a way about her that was not overly firm, but which sent an absolute jolt of electricity down my spine, creating a truly stimulating sensation repeatedly. It may have just been the excitement or expectation playing mind tricks, but even though there was no overt actions taken it was truly a wonderful and exhilarating feeling being there even if my repeated inability to understand the language created a comic confusion. I was so moved by my experience that I requested, no I nigh on begged to fire off a shot or two in honor of all that came before. But alas I was rebuked, the guide not even moved by the offer of an honorarium, and again the language fails me, I thought because maybe I was gui lao, but it kept sounding like I needed to be ray gu rah if I were to get a shot off. So I prepared to leave, feeling better for having made the excursion, but somehow not satisfied with the entire trip. On my way out of the area I was stopped by what I first thought was a panhandler but on closer inspection it was my guide, hoping to get a donation to help keep this site operating. I tried, again as best I could, using my poor language skills complimented with universal sign language, of the procedure required to obtain donations. I am at best a weak man, the comic crocodile tears and sweet demeanor, convinced me to at least leave something for all of the effort given, hopeful that someday if I tried hard enough I could reach the exalted level of ray gu rah that I aspired to be.[/QUOTE]