(Movie begins: A small dot-man on a large, large canvas is waving his hands. You can't make out what he's trying to say, but you can see his eyes. Screen Zooms in and flickers as it closes on the face. You can't make out enough details to recognize him, but you do notice wet eyes, his odd crooked smile and an unusual earnest expression. What he's saying is becoming more discrete, but the screen never stops shutting-out and coming back on in bright and strong waves.)
(Advertisement: No one can be told what Qickless is. You'll have to discern for yourself.)
There's either this way or that. Blunt or eternally vague. Both will get you admirers - for quite different reasons.
She was wearing a thin T-shirt that barely covered her ass. Her eyes were bright and shining, and arousal had spread her lips(both her lips).
Cock swelling, pussy wetting.
I loved her inspite of the clingy T-shirt.
Stupidity.
Qickless tries to find (or, at the very least, seems to want to try to find -whoa!) the middle ground. He hasn't succeeded, yet.
More questions than answers? I'd prefer you rather not email me to ask them.