Ludmilla thought of the one bedroom wooden shack beside the Tractor garage she used to share with her mother and grandmother and two other prostitutes...in downtown Cheremkhovo in the glorious USSR."Very similar, except in Russia we have flushing toilets," she agreed."Hell that's unnatural," John junior exclaimed."No it aint, John Boy!" his brother chided, "Your thinking of that bidet that shot water up your ass hole when we went to Paris." Paris France!" Ludmilla asked."No Paris Illinois," Annie. You might have expected chaos and fear, people hysterical. You found a grim, quiet determination. A small army of us, armed with fluorescent orange crash vests and American flag stickers descended upon the terminals, trying so hard to look in control of a situation we still had not begun to comprehend. We were to provide comfort and guidance, reassurance to the people there. Often, we were the ones comforted, but that in itself can offer comfort to both parties. Many passengers and workers. “I’ve never done this before and I’m a little nervous.”“Me too,” he confessed. They laughed and it eased the tension and they were soon chatting easily together. They’d met on XHamster and had found similar interests and, after a while, had arranged to meet each other. John had explained to his wife that he was going to a business meeting that night and may be late. He had arrived at the Kings Head a little early. It was a small pub in a small village set about half way between their. Tom just shook his head at this rate Johnathon wouldn't be to concentrate at all.Sighing Johnathon kissed Lana one more time then went back to work, it was a lot harder to control then he'd thought though after yesterday it did seem that he did have a bit of control.A pair of eyes watched the proceedings as Tom and Johnathon practiced, 'I have to inform the council, ' the eyes owner thought. 'If they keep this up then Johnathon will ascend to the position that his father hOldS, this can't.