Sure, it's inconvenient but so is being hooked up to a respirator. But, we Americans have the attention span of a rabid ferret so all this turmoil wil... soon be forgotten without even one effective solution.Now a little about me. I grew up in the south where the dreaded N-word was heard more often than at a Dave Chappelle show. My parents were the rarest of southerners...liberals. And they raised me that way, thankfully. Although, being both lesbian and white civil rights advocate in the '60's. This was too much for me and I unloaded the biggest load of cum into her unprotected married pussy as she pulled me in for a snog.She said I needed that and we both dressed and she said lets go and have a cigarette lover.She lit up and took a huge cheek hollowing drag and smiled contentedly.We gathered our thoughts and said we had better go down and get this paint then.I told her that I was sick of the sight of b and q as I was there about 4 times a week getting paint or materials and it was. " Against your will?" I asked."Totally and with my willing help. You may do that every night. I loved it and I love my ravisher. Bill, I've got you and I won't let you go." That's good. I don't want to be released."I snapped my fingers and smiled. "I may have a solution to our little problem. I don't know if it will work but it's worth thinking about it."She said, "Talk! Don't leave me in suspense. What are you thinking?"I said slowly, "You move your show around?" She nodded. "You even did a. “Then take your do nothing ass and depart,” I point to the door and she shakes me off. “No, I have been told how to treat you by my sister for years. I know how I should have acted and I know it isn’t a lost cause to try to be here with you,” Abby informs me and I am curious about this statement. “How do you think it’s not a lost cause,” I ask and she smiles a little. “Cause you are still alive,” I hear the words and it gives me pause,” You keep saying you don’t care, the dead don’t care and.