And it sucks. That’s why Canada can’t advance as a nation. Not that it wants to. Over there, they’re happy with their hockey obsession, their m...ple syrup and their endless Gretzky versus Crosby discussions. They don’t aspire to be more than what they are. The American is relentless with his drive and ambition. He ruthlessly seeks more and more, in every domain. It’s his drive for self-improvement at work. The naturally lazy Canadian is quite content with the little he has. And he doesn’t want. It was a little bit more expensive than I would of preferred, but the food was very good and I wanted to please Jill. When I arrived at Jill’s house, she opened the door and showed me in. Jill was wearing this tight, black mini-skirt that really showed off her long legs and nice butt. I love the perfume she was wearing, and she gave me a quick kiss before both of us sat next to each other on her couch. I was feeling sexually excited by her looks and smell, then I said, “I made reservations for. " Behave, Jezebel," I said."Tamar!" Ruth said, returning the jibe."Bathsheba!" Salome!"Ruth laughed. I laughed. What the priestesses did was not of my concern.I was a lay woman. I did what I was told.I rose from the couch and straightened my skirt. I went back to workironing Mother's robes..As God intended.* *The old woman lay in her hospice bed as I gently swabbed her foreheadwith a damp cloth. She looked up at me, gratefully, and smiled a thinsmile.It was Saturday, and the Handmaidens were. For one thing, I look too young. But there’s something a whole lot more significant, and it’s pretty rare to see this between a niece and her uncle. They literally treat me as if I was their boyfriend. Now I don’t want you to get any goofy ideas, and start thinking that there was ever anything inappropriate between us. For one thing, four of my nieces are too young to even be thinking about that sort of thing. The three oldest, though, are definitely at the age where it seems that the thought.