"it would be a shame to waste that,please make love to me "she said,i asked her if she was sure thats what she wanted and she said "oh yes,make me fee...l like a woman again please,it's been so long".i turned and kissed her and started to touch her breasts through her basque,"wait a minute"she said and slipped her arms out of the straps and pulled the top part down to expose her breasts which i then proceeded to kiss and carress,"god that feels good"she moaned and i moved my hand down between her. It's hopeless. Everything is done for. Those ladies agree to let me fuck them because the alternative is worse. They have a need for their bodies to be respected even in death, while as for me, I do what I have to because my life was stolen from me - taken - and speaking honestly, I don't know whether it was real or just the delusion of an old schizophrenic mind. Maybe I've always lived in these caverns. Maybe all my troubling memories are lies. All I know is that I can spear a dead woman's. Their absence in the election process is evidence in itself of their almost total retreat from public life. Piracy evading bans and these yellow men's desire to give their drops of watery semen to a cocksleeve and an image beamed into their head instead of the aching cunt of a woman have made all other measures pointless. But they have only awakened something deeper and ancient, it isn't wholly their doing.''I want to share with you the real story of one of the women we have saved, which I. I don't remember meeting her or even talking to her but the funny thing is I remember that vespa. Later that day a cute girl rolled up to my work space and parked in front of me and I noticed it was the same vespa that rode past me earlier. As she dismounted her Italian bike she took her helmet off and said can you help me like that last time? Then I remembered her asking me to help her check her air pressure about a week ago. I asked her if she rode by my shop earlier today but it was not her.