Their intelligence, he argued, was misleading. Man had been convinced that because she could speak and reason as he did, that what a female had to say... was equally as valid as his own thoughts and ideas. This was an error. The lesson of history, if it was to teach them anything, was that a female’s intelligence was not the same as a man’s. Indeed, whenever females had involved themselves in government, or any decision making really, it had only served to cloud and confuse an issue, this surely. She remembered that she had nothing to give. She was spent. She was drained, and beneath her, the river chortled and it called to her seductively.It whispered her name and it swirled hypnotically around her clothes, scurrying in sweet, sinuous circles that rose above her head and plummeted beneath her feet. "Close your eyes, my dear one!" it chorused with its many seductive voices, wrapping Harriet's body in its warm protective embrace. "Relax, my honey! Let me fold you in my lover's kiss! Kiss. Suddenly all the pieces fit together and she realized what was happening. The Latin chant was the Requiem Nuptialis, the wedding for the dead! The rocking sensation was caused by the slow measured steps of the six black gowned pallbearers who were carrying her in her casket out of the church and then to the cemetery for burial! She wanted to cry out, but no sound came. She struggled to raise her arms, to push open the casket, but they remained folded on her chest like lead weights. The music. We were naked and I jumped onto his bed. But he turned on the TV to the game saying we needed to know when game is over. I agreed and immediately began rubbing my clit, looking forward to having that beautiful nine inch cock ravage me. Before we started, a fantasy that I'd told him about a week ago, but since forgotten, came true. Mark had his video camera on, pointing to a note listing my screen name on the chat website. It stated that I was coming to visit Mark. He smiled and put the note on.