Tell me what you want.
"I want nice big titties."
Excellent.
Says the security system.
But this time say it with more enthusiasm, like you really mean it.
Your eyes get wide with astonishment. There is no way...
Mr. Hewitt must be a deeply, deeply depraved man, you decide.
You take a couple of breaths and remember your one drama class where the teacher counseled you to really "get into the character" so that you can "really become your character".
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