Is it our economic policies? I kinda don’t think so, although we have a considerable amount of weight to throw around in that area. You know what I ...think it is? I simply think that it has become fashionable to hate America. It’s been fashionable for a while now. They say we’re corrupt, they say we’re heathens, they say we’re ungodly. And they have a point to a degree. But do they have the right to assert their moral rationale on us? I should think not. I believe another factor is the underdog. She took deep breaths, riding the thrill of illicit sex with another man, and focused, and opened her eyes to see Kevin staring at her. Veronica was stroking his cock with something, a liquid. But Kevin's attention was on his wife, on her hands and knees, getting fucked from behind."Fuck him, Linda," he urged. "Take his cock! Fuck him good!" She raised herself up on her arms and began thrusting back onto the wonderful penetration, feeling the urgent pounding, the eager hands gripping her hips.. I opened it when I was with Maggie, but I quickly closed the message and left it until I was on my own. I studied what she had written.Hi Paul. What a lovely surprise. How are you? Your public FB profile tells me hardly anything, although your picture suggests that you’ve aged very well! What are you up to? Where are you living? Ex.I replied quickly. I told her that I lived around a couple of hours away, that I had two children, and told her a little about my work. I couldn’t remember her. I tried to get up as I usually would. Recent events had driven the memory of my damaged hand out of active memory. As I got up, I pushed hard on what should have been my bad hand.Then I remembered.Strange thing that I'm feeling no pain.Ok. I'm up.First thing is to walk clear of the steam. I muttered to myself as I did so.There I made two discoveries.One was how oddly familiar the landscape was.The second thing I noticed was that I had no wounds at all.Some thing is wrong in the state of....