Little Space Test Romane & Geschichten

“Get in here, then. Let's see if the inside looks as ugly as the outside does.” We all walk into the room, and Master Tsertinand flips the switch on. The room is not as ugly as the outside. It's pretty cheap in quality, sure, but it's not bad per se. It even looks cozy if you try hard enough. Except for one thing. The rooms are really, really small. “This is not large enough for all of us to sleep in,” Leita comments, and we all nod.

To be familiar with the runaround. So I started wandering around. I inspected every corner and floor. I frowned because I noticed something wrong with the design. The main problem is accessibility. It will take time to reach the other room. I took notes on the things that needed to be changed. The emergency room is also small. It will not be able to cater to a large number of people. This needs to be at least, 400 square meters.

“That’s perfect!” Ellen said, “I’m going to find a place to move in. I saw a small studio, rent onl $1,000. It’s a bit far, but let’s go see it.” “How big?” She hesitated. “Five square meters…” In Elaris, space was precious. Without the settlement money in hand, she couldn’t spend freely. Ella shook her head. “Ellen, that’s too small. You can live there, but what about Nina? Let’s keep looking.”

My hands feel impossibly heavy as I reach toward the sink. Slowly. Very slowly. I lift my eyes. And I look. One line. Then— I blink. No. Not one. Two. Two clear lines. My breathing stops. I stare at the test. Maybe I am seeing things. Maybe it is blurry. Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me. I lean closer. Two lines. Strong. Clear. Impossible to deny. The room suddenly feels too small. Too quiet. And somehow far too loud at the same time. I take a step backward.

I said. “Small?” he repeated, looking confused. “Yes, what comes to mind?” “I don’t know. A thing?” “Be specific.” “No, because it’s confusing. What is small?” “Well, a positive pregnancy test isn’t very big, and neither is our pup at the moment,” I said, revealing what I had been hiding behind my back.

I spin to accuse Maverick, only to find he silently slipped from my room. So, like any calm, cool headed woman, I grab the blanket and march my ass over the threshold to his room. He wants to invade my space and privacy? Fine. Tit for tat, Maverick. Tit for Tat. I glance around the barren room, surprised by how tiny his space is. His bed is a quarter of the size of my California king and he has no sitting area where I have almost a full size living room. He is clearly not lurking in this tiny room, so I move to the only place he could be.

I jounced my head as she opened up a map and got a pen out. " I will go through a list of symptoms first and you just need to rate the inflexibility from 1- 10 to start off with. also we'll do an ultrasound and I will take a sample of your blood too, just to make sure you are okay on vitamins and mineral situations."

Whatever that is. Hitting the right target on a tiny plastic stick while your whole body trembles deserves some kind of medal. She’s concentrating so hard that she doesn’t notice her tongue sticking out just a little. Cute. Terrible timing. Still cute. She places the test on the basin, cleans up, and washes her hands. “Now what?” “We wait. It says three minutes.” Three minutes feels like a lifetime. My eyes lock onto that little white piece of plastic like it might suddenly sprout horns. Or a baby.

Mom: "Day Sixty-one: Jim pounded away at the weights as I watched, his fabulous physique just sweaty enough to look like one of those hunky studs in Mr. Olympia or some other contest. The sweat dripping off his body highlighted those glorious muscles. My baby today measured 20 inches at the bicep and nine inches in the manhood department. He now insists that he will only keep training if I do the measurements, including measuring that heavenly erect cock of his. I am still a good mother and have only stroked and caressed that gorgeous steel hard symbol of virility because his tiny-equipped father ordered me to. I do confess to the diary that I was not ordered to measure his scrotum, but his