“Now go sit down.”She went back to her seat and once there eased her panties back into place. Everyone took their shot and Michael offered everyon...e more. Silk declined, as she was very drunk at this point. Everyone then began to talk and joke. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was going on one. She was getting tired and very drunk. It was time to go home but she didn’t know how to ask Michael.He solved the problem for her when he saw her look at her watch. She looked tired and he knew. I had been involved in what might be best termed a "Christian cult" most of my adult life. My wife and I had limited sexual experience. While sex was never "bad", neither was it exciting. In fact, it was more than five years into marriage before my wife would let me give her oral sex. Now, after twelve years, we had sex maybe once every six months! As I approached forty mid-life crisis was about to rear its head. For some time I'd been questioning the decisions I'd made at nineteen about the. Seamus worked as a laborer at U.S. Steel and Mary Frances, an old-school, devout Catholic was a traditional housewife and mother. Seamus never had what it took to rise above his lowly position at the mill. He made little money and always had trouble making ends meet. The fact that he was an alcoholic worsened the situation. He often came home in a foul mood having had too much to drink, which led to the beatings of his wife and young Francis. For some reason, he never took out any of his wrath. But you’re right, and I’ll get the flowers. Different subject, but I’m pretty sure we have a corrupt chief of police, and a corrupt DA. There’s an attempted rape hearing coming up, and I can’t be a part of that. But I WILL be representing the plaintiff in the following civil action. How would you recommend pursuing the corruption stuff?”Him: “Call Sheriff Ernie. He has my ear, when he needs it, and he’ll know what to do.”Me: “Damn, Jim! Good idea! Why didn’t I think of that?”Him: “Cause you’re.