Her normal train of thought: 'Stupid fucker, what does he think I am, the maid?' But there was a second train of though insistently through her brain,... one that was backed up by the locked muscles in her arms and legs: 'I should have remembered to get those beans while I was there the first time; it won't take me a minute to go back and get them, so I can get rid of this plate.' Given the fact that she couldn't do anything else, she slowly turned around and started back to the dining. As Colon settled in to a long loping stride he began thinking. Yes, Colon in common with most men had a masochistic tendency, but he'd never 'gone the whole hog' and got married. No Colon was thinking, about Death. You know Death, a tall, thin, bony guy with a black cloak, some hourglasses hanging from his belt and a big scythe.Colon and Death had an agreement; the deal was some nine hundred years old and over that period of time Colon came to the conclusion Death was as bent as a 'nine bob. Let’s share it.Communism 2: Equal shit happens to all people.Communism 3: Let’s spread the shit out equally among every one.Communism 4: The Imperialists cause shit to happen, Comrade!Confucianism 1: Confucius say “shit happens.”Confucianism 2: If shit has to happen then let it happen properly.Congregational-ism: Shit that happens to one person is just as good as shit that happens to another.Conservatism 1: Shit doesn’t happen like it used to.Conservatism 2: Shit Happens, but not right. Soft tendrils of her flame-colored curls teased at his face, arousing him more than ever. "Tell me you want it! Tell me what you want me to do to you!" Ahhhhh... ooohhhhh..." Jill mewled helplessly, not really comprehending his words. Part of her mind was still fairly clear, and it was telling her that she was about to do something she would regret the rest of her life. But somehow this only served to excite her traitorous body more than ever. I'm perverted and evil, the helplessly writhing.