I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe.I value my safety and that of my family and I appreciate the ...police and the legal system, which makes me a right-wing extremist.I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual’s merits, which today makes me an anti-socialist.I (and most of the folks I know), acquired a fair education without student loans (it’s called work) and no debt at graduation, which makes me some. She stopped and looked at me funny then asked "are you a virgin?" , something on my face or perhaps in my sweat told her I was that is when she gave me an even more sexy/evil smile and the fun the began. With both her hands on my shoulders she pushed me hard back against the seat my heart beat faster as she bent down to kiss me in the mouth a warm wet kiss tinged with the taste of tequila. When she rose she positioned herself over my crotch and started grinding hard, her hips. " You're always horny." Oh, you're a fine one to talk, Charlie." Hey, you promised not to blab about that." Yeah, not to anyone else. I can discuss it with you, surely?"We had reached the top of the stairs, and I ran slightly ahead of him to my bedroom door before turning. "You," I said before poking my tongue out at him, "had better have better plans than just my fingers." I don't make plans," he said to me as I walked backwards and he stalked me into the room. "I'm spontaneous. My girlfriend. OK?" Sure. I'll be there. Two o'clock," he nodded.Promptly at two, Sunday afternoon, Brian "Duke" Davies rang the door bell. We met in the living room after I introduced Duke to my mother. The meeting lasted over an hour, but when it was done, we had a workable schedule that allowed Duke to continue his studies and give Jurgen and Shelly some additional time off. Mother had endorsed the strategy.The plan was simple enough. Brian would work afternoons from twelve-thirty to closing, plus.