Assisting The Assistant
Her regular assistant was a male raposa, but she mentioned that her new assistant was female. "wait a minute..."her"?", i asked curiously as donna resumed taking notes on her clipboard.
The Assistant
**the assistant** the sun... how beautiful is it on a warm summer morning. it ignites the horizon with orange light; filling it with life and hope. i couldn't think about the meaning of the life.
Assistance
All five of his characters seemed to be part of one entity, supporting each other and scoring easy kills and assists, effortlessly hunting the enemy team that, in comparison to his team, seemed to be messy, disorganised, and unskilled.
The Assistant
Well, he had needed an assistant, of course. she was remarkable in several ways, really, intelligent, beautiful and a quick typist. oh, and she was an anthropomorphic mouse. "so how did it go?"
Vincent, Assistant: a micro-narrative
It was affection, stabilization, and relaxation in the same gesture, and from my understanding of the assistants, it went both ways: my personal anxiety would bleed into it, and because assistants were driven to never create an obstacle, psychic or real, they
The Assistant's Master
The offices of 'personal assistants creation' are small but perfectly kept, staffed by smiling assistants with mechanical arms.
Jackie Assists
You really don't need to do anything to assist. you can, of course, and she will compensate. go ahead, try. our drinks will be here in a moment, then we'll talk business." of course it was a business meeting.
Trophy Assistants
#53 of roman life seems like the prof likes to parade his trophy assistants often.... _hey everyone!_ _as i said in my earlier journal, here it is a chapter of roman life! woot i guess.
The Old Assistant
"you already get an assistant for your... immobility. they'll allow us more assistants if hyperfertility becomes a hardship as well." i rubbed my paws down his gut. "this is... really all me?"
Assisted Negotiations
Brody stepped out of the elevator and started down the short hallway ahead of him. At the end of the hallway was a small but open reception area with a large, modest looking reception desk against the far wall, facing directly down the hallway towards...
Personal Assistant
"my assistant. personal assistant, in fact," he said and grinned widely, rows of perfectly white and perfectly sharp teeth almost shining in the low glow of the cigar. chester's brow furrowed.
Roadside Assistance
"Damn it all!" Bucker growled as he banged on the dashboard of the slowing down truck that was shuttering itself dead. "I told you, you need to sell this piece of shit. I know I should have drove to the rodeo today. I had a feeling." G-Wolf commented...