Something pithy. Something witty. Or perhaps he should use a different word to describe the former Chancellor of the Exchequer? Then again, 'cunt', un...like 'bastard', 'motherfucker' or 'arsehole', possessed exactly the degree of contempt that Psychlone wished to express.When his lyric was conveyed from his laptop along with the software-generated symphonic orchestration to his hundreds of millions of downloaders, he knew that a little word like that could propel it into the international chart. It wasn't sexual this time—we had burned that away for now. Instead we just existed, and let our skin express our connection.Eventually, my stomach rumbled, and Amy giggled."I'm glad I didn't do that first," she said, laughing. "I guess we'll have to get up and get something to eat." Let's do it."We slowly got up, and Amy led me to the door. Before opening it, she took both of my hands."Remember what happened here," she commanded, her voice blazing again."I swear I will never forget," I said. There was almost no hair to be found on his chest, but for Barbara, he knew, this fact added to his youthful appeal. He brushed his teeth, and then added a few touches of his father's cologne to his neck and cheeks. He dressed.He was ready.In the living room his mother told him to have a good time. He nodded and left. After walking up the block, he circled and returned down the alley, passing his own back yard, leaping the Carter fence and going to the back door. He went directly in. Many times. Reaching down into Silva’s hand bag, Pieter took out Silva’s little 'pussy pleaser' – an 8" vibrator with a nice big round end that Silva kept hidden in her bag. She had not had sex in over 10 years and the only means she had to keep her desires under control was the vibrator, which she used on herself regularly when it was quiet at home. As her eyes caught sight of the pleaser, Silva gave a little groan because she knew what was coming next…“OHH YESSS” she moaned and opened her legs really.