’ Jax is kitty-corner from our quasi-residence at the Oxford Hotel, and as I was gone part of the time while Sophia was in town, it had become kind ...of her home away from home away from home. I had to admit that it was loud enough. ‘We can start here, and move back to our room if it gets to be too much,’ I said loudly. Sophia touched me gently on the arm and whispered hoarsely into my ear, ‘I want to hear as much of the story as possible before we get any ideas about other activities!’ We both. “Did you cuss him outafter she left?” “Are you kidding,” Joanne replied, “he came over to meand just looked at me until I dropped and sucked himoff, he knows damn well I can’t resist him, and it wasjust his way of showing me who was the boss!” “And who would that be?” asked Peggy.“His pecker, that’s who,” Joanne sighed, “I guess I’mjust a cock hound!” Nobody said anything for several moments until. True justice requires karmic balance and mathematical proportionality and precision. It is a scalpel, not a sledgehammer. Anything worse and then you really DO sink to the offender's level. Before that point, you do not.Secondly, the "life isn't fair" comment is absolute fatalism at its worst. We don't need to make excuses for injustices. We need to correct them. We need to fight them. It is high time that people stop accepting the world fatalistically and start working to alter it. Your dad will be back from his business trip today. We will talk to him tonight, the both of us,” said Victoria.I’d gotten some three or four calls on my cell phone since my baby had died. I knew who it was that was calling. I knew because of the time of day that the calls came in. I didn’t have that caller ID thing, but I knew who it was, and I just didn’t want to be talking to them. But, then I changed my mind. I put a small framed picture I had of my Henrietta up next to her ashes on the.