The temperature was now in the eighties and it was dry. She was standing outside of the restaurant in a sleeveless blouse and a pair of wranglers when...I drove up. She eagerly hopped in, slipped over next to me, and kissed me on the cheek. As we got onto Santa Fe Drive, she began rubbing her hands down the front of my jeans as I drove toward highway 180. By the time we got to the intersection, she had taken my hardening cock out of my pants and was giving me a supreme blowjob. I was thanking God. Tonight, we were planning on christening the bed I’d slept on the past several summers. I’d turned in my seat to look at her, my mind on how beautiful she was. The light had just turned green and she started through the intersection. I watched in horror as the truck bore down on us, plowing through the red light.“NO!” I screamed and didn’t even have time to reach out to her before it slammed into her door. Everything lurched like someone had picked up the car and shaken it. I could see flying. Mein copy rakh raha tha to mere haath se kuch ek dum mulayam sa tak raya. Phir mein wapas desk par aa hi raha to samajh aaya ki mam ka boob takraya tha. Itne mein copy ka dher bhikhar gaya. To mam ne mujhe avaaz lagayi aur boli ki yeh copies uthaao aur dhangse lagao. Mein wapas muda and copies utha kar lagana chalu kiya ki ghanti baj gayi aur chutti ho gayi.Sab log bhaag Gaye,mujhe bola mam ne ki “mein yahi khadi hoon jaldi se uthao” aur ulti mud gayi chair rahe purse phone nikalne ke liye. Henry became obsessed with America'sforsaking of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for fear,anger, and revenge. He saw facts contradicted again and again by liesand dedicated what turned out to be the remainder of his short lifedesperately trying to educate the willfully ignorant. His facts werecorrect and his cause was just and Americans were devolving intovengeful vigilantes. He was right - but at the wrong time. Bush haddecreed that America must speak with one voice. Henry's.