My primary reluctance to shrug off the evil of slavery as the main reason for the hostilities was because I had long suspected that the root cause was...really the “States Rights” issue that threatened the very existence of the Republic in a way that slavery could never do.Of course, that was a losing argument to anybody impacted by the cold, hard fact of buying and selling human beings as chattel owned by another person for the rest of their natural life. It sort of negated basic American. I was getting so horny. I was looking at the teenage boys playing before me. Kurt was a hot young man, and his hair spiked up into that mohawk and those piercings on his lips were really turning me on. Thoughts of Kurt on top of me flashed through my mind. He would take me, make me his woman. Wow, they are amazing, Grace Copper gasped in awe. I jumped in shock, realizing she was standing next to me. Grace was a beautiful woman with long, honey-brown hair. We were close friends. Sometimes I. For the first time in months, I don't secrete a razor inside my coat. It'd just be pointless.If the events of the past few days - fuck it! The events of my entire fucking life - have taught me anything, it's that there's no point standing up to Them. They're always bigger than you, always stronger than you, and certainly always more numerous. Entropy.Today, however, I feel curiously strong. What a strange experience.***Odd: I never noticed there were pigeons in the trees outside. I was. I left the apartments door open for Peter.I took three cans of beer from the fridge, gave one to Helen and sat on the couch. Helen took the can and sat next to me on the couch. But she immediately started to touch me in my groins. Not just touch, she started to open my belt buckle and zipper. She pulled my jeans down a little and started to caress my cock that was already getting hard. Without too much hesitation she took my cock in her mouth and started to gently lick and suck it.I wondered.