She was now standing in her matching hot pink lace bra and panties. She was now fondleing with her nice full breasts, her nipples where rock hard thro...ugh the matiral, she flicked and pulled at them until she could take no more! she unfastened the bra and layed back down on the bed."Ooohh, that feels soo good, uuhh." She cried as she slipped her hand down the front of her panties and her fingers lightly caressed her pouted lips.She was soo wet from thinking of her babe, Jeff. She reached into. She would make them all pay now that she was on her way into power. Perhaps she would even bring back the concept of internment camps? She laughed at the idea. She'd find some way to turn them into invisible Americans. Maybe she'd have a talk with the ghost of Eleanor about that one later. Right now she had to focus on giving her acceptance speech, and what a speech it was going to be! One of great promises filled with lots of sugar coated lies. Americans loved sugar coated lies, and she was. I had research reports to grade and the idea of a quiet evening at home sounded good to me. Finals were in a week and the papers were the culmination of a year's work my students had done, and not having Lara here would allow me to finish much faster. I was wearing my yoga pants and an old t-shirt that I had cut the sleeves and collar off when the phone rang."Hello?" I answered."Alexis Perry," said a scratchy mechanical voice. It had a familiar tone to it."Yes?" I said.Click. I looked at the. We'd already decided on names, though we'd asked not to be told the baby's sex before its birth. Moira Anne was more than welcome and I was pleased to have a daughter to love along with our wonderful Jason. Her name was the Gaelic version of her maternal grandmother's name. Naturally, both pairs of grandparents descended on us, eager to spoil everyone in sight.Our joy was blighted when, a week after we brought her home, the doctors confirmed that Moira was blind. Her bright gray eyes tried to.