<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/VictorDoe2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Rory<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room.<br/><strong>Aimed at:</strong>Leda.<br/><br/>The Rory – Victor Rory – listened to the great speech and listened to some great questions answered, all this while the man sat quiet and observed near about everyone who made their mark on a piece of paper called<em>‘question me, sai!’</em>… metaphorically speaking of course. Both as an artist and a human being, Victor had no questions, this was a journey ordained in spontaneity and baptized in cum and he would let her take him anywhere for a ride, how dare he sully such experience with questions? Nay.<br/><br/>There was a babe sipping on a can of beer not too far off him, her form made up of two parts wickedness and one part heaven and the Rory meant to say grace to all three tonight.<br/><br/>He walked, silent posture, confident approach and sat down right next to where she was… a can of beer in his hand.<strong>“Which part of Heaven they let you out from, sweetheart?”</strong>Scottish accent like molasses, unbeknownst to the man of course, this girl was British too.