He grinned."we're not done yet. Time for dessert."The blueberries were in season, so we had Blueberry Fool, fresh blueberries stirred into blueberry j...am, and layered alternately with creamed whipped at the restaurant, topped with fresh blueberries, in a large champagne glass. The whipped cream was tinged with lavender. I ignored the screams of my calorie counting conscience and cleaned the glass.I leaned back with a sigh."Thank you for lunch. I think I'm going to need a nap now."He just. .. urge washed over me," she rubbed her hands along her hips, thighs, and belly, like she was trying to rub something off her hands, something she didn't want on her but didn't have any other way to get rid of it. "I've never been so completely turned on by anyone." The her eyes widened as if she hadn't meant to tell me so much. She caught herself and frowned harder. "What did you do?"I shook my head slowly, thinking up possible ways I could have induced such a reaction. "I didn't give you. Minor parties stood no chance. Both major parties had deep, structural flaws. I had to make my choice. I cast my first ballot for President in 1992. For Ross Perot, of all people! I thought, let’s give someone fundamentally different a shot. Who knows how that might have gone?“Second time Clinton came up, I thought, well, I don’t like his gun control, but that’s not on the ballot and Dole’s tax cuts would blow up the budget and only help the rich. Plus, I blamed Gingrich at least somewhat for. A.-paper 'Sexual Anthropology' in timeSUSAN'S STEPS into voluntary SEXUAL SLAVERY at Mentor Master PETER PE is a long story to tellSUSAN'S STORY is not new -- we are back in first half of the eighties -- at his old wood-port quartersSUSAN'S STORY in her words is written well worded, but it lacks proper paragraphing for liveliness"SUSAN'S STORY needs an Experienced Editor" I state in my comment under first part I read of herSUSAN'S STORY may need a couple of dozen well written intimate.