"What about later?" he asked with a whining tone in his voice."Sweetie, as much as I was dreaming about fucking the shit out of you," I said. "There c...an't be a later. I'm doing this to protect you." Protect me from what?" he asked."My husband," I whispered. "He's very jealous and it looks like he followed me here." I winked at Darryl, and he got up and headed towards us."Here he comes now," I said. I watched as the guy's eyes got bigger when Darryl approached. Before Darryl got near us the guy. Looking up I said “Billie, what you did tonight was stupid and dangerous. Once you wear that collar and a loose leash anyone could use you anyway they want, beat you, rape you, gang bang you and slit your throat..”“That’s what I wanted” so quietly I almost missed it.“To get your throat cut?“No, the gang bang part” he said looking at his feet.“Ohhhh, OK let me think for a moment”“Can I use the toilet?” he asked.“Yeah, go ahead.” I said waving in the direction of the bathroom.He. "Come in."Turning the knob and pushing inward, she could see nothing. She closed the door and stepped fully into the room. As she did, the first thing she saw wasn't her mother; it was her brother Thad, two years her senior.He stood facing her, completely naked. His prick stood up proudly and was so red that it had obviously been stimulated just before she arrived.Behind Thad stood Carolyn Markham. She reached around her son to play with his nipples, rubbing them between thumb and forefinger.. I happened to tell this story to Nurse one day. Within six months, "If you don't like it, change the channel" became the equivalent expression of another we used to have - "Fuck you." Well, maybe a little milder equivalent.Before I go any further comparing the old days with the present, we need to take a look at economy. Economy is basically the distribution of goods and services. In a small community, it's fairly simple. Some people are responsible for food, either capturing it or growing it..