It seemed to be the best course of action. Ignore it and hope is just wore itself out.On the morning of the 15th day home I checked my bank account an... found a deposit of $68,600. No it wasn’t enough for the twenty years I had lost, or all the pain and suffering I endured. I however was something. That along with the pension, from the state, for the rest of my life was a pretty good settlement.I had wrestled with my decision about a ride, while I dealt with moving over the weekend. My decision. “I’m writing a sort of essay or pamphlet on how Western religion is the cornerstone of American racism. The Book of Mormon is the poster child for this. The racism is so deeply woven into the text that one cannot understand Joseph Smith or Mormonism at all until one grasps the racism at its core. With all due respect for the Ballards, Christianity is the primary offender in the West. Nothing that any pagan sect or branch of Islam or whatever could do has even a tenth of the impact of any one. " I jumped in. "Wes, please. It's not against my will. Do whatever they say." I noticed that Art and Bart were looking at Wes for his response. I mouthed silently, "but stall." I wasn't sure what good it would do ultimately, but perhaps something could get us all out of this. Wes nodded. "All right. If it's what you want, Ron." Al smiled. "Okay, on with the makeover. I know that tattoos can be covered up and that piercing rings can be removed. But for as long as you owe us money, which will. So seeing him pleasuring himself got me hooked. I kept watching him. He poured some more soap on his cock with his free hand, while continuing jerking his forehead with his other hand. Even though I couldn´t here him over the sound of the shower, he sure looked like he made some grunting noises. He started to stroke faster and faster. Suddenly I noticed how my own cock got stiff. Quickly I put my towel on it to hide it. Doing that, I couldn´t resist to rub the towel agains my stiff penis a bit,.