Ding-aling-aling-aling! It was time to go and see Miss Porter. I trotted off down the narrow corridor that lead to the four history classrooms and kno...cked on the second door. "Come in," Miss Porter replied in a voice that was obviously trying to cover up her embarrassment. "Please take a seat," she avoided making eye contact. "So what are you struggling with most about the political system of America?" Shit. I had spent the whole day worrying about what I would say to her about the anal beads. "Madame; allow me to introduce myself and my friends. I am Sir Tony and this is Gunter. The ladies are Martha and Rachael and her child Hannah. The same men that robbed you murdered Hannah's husband. Your husband and his friends informed us of your difficulties when we met upon the road. We have come here to see what we can do to help. First I wish you to know that the men who robbed, and threatened to rape you are dead. I have recovered some of those things; unfortunately your husband's horse. I really did have a chiseled body with the six pack abs and all. I was really proud of myself and knew even my friends were jealous when reading their thoughts.In school I found I didn't have to study as much as the other kids. I wasn't all that smart but when the teacher asked a question he would be thinking of the answer he wanted and I always got it right. During tests I would read the thoughts of the really smart kids and duplicate their answers.On the football field I played defense. When. “You’re smiling can I count that as a good thing?” she said.“I guess. But...”“Yeah me either,” she said, reading my mind. “I mean I’m not sure how to act either.”Yep, she was reading my mind. Well we had been married a long time. I guess she knew me even if, in the final analysis, that I hadn’t really known her.“You’re going to the movies?” she said.“Yeah, Jenna likes ‘em, I try to do things she likes when I can,” I said.“Oh, okay,” she said. “Good.”We talked for some little time. And yes, I.