He noticed me looking at him, “I’m sorry, my manners.” He extended his hand, “Pythagoras of Samos.”
Still being kind of weird here, still in Greek of course. It took me a while to think of the answer to that, what calendar do we use? Sex vedio He seemed so passionate in his beliefs, he really was rather handsome and his deep voice very sexy. “No, I’d never heard that about you.”
“Am I not famous for that then?” He seemed somewhat downcast by that revelation. I nodded up and down and swirled my tongue around the head. Pythagoras said something, it sounded complimentary, but that word wasn’t in my vocabulary. “In this story I was reading, the hero was having to travel around a storm. She was holding the book, inside its red dust cover, we’d bought the week before. “We don’t use Oxen for that anymore.”
“Well that’s alright then, a moral man should not eat plough oxen, rams or beans.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him what a pinto bean was. That was silly of me, ‘when’ and ‘where’ are nothing alike in Greek. His dick wasn’t exactly small, there wasn’t a lot of room for it. “BECAUSE PYTHAGORAS IS A DICK!”
The exclamation brought me back to my senses. We’d run into a talk by the author and got it signed.
