Your betrayal of the Palestinians to earn brownie points with right-wingers at home shattered our credibility internationally. Rumor has it there were...plans to try to impeach you before today for abuse of power. What do you think will happen when this story breaks?"He tried to be defiant. "I don't care." As you wish. Will you care that I've detached a ship to protect Palestinian space? Or that I've dispatched a ship to recapture the ship Colt's friends stole from my son?" Your son had no right. "Well. I don't know. They look the same to me. Kind of puney. In fact,your dicks look almost identical." I teased."It's because We are! We're Identical Twins! Almost. Dale has a few more hairs under his arms and on his balls than I do,and I have some coming in around my left nipple,but other than that...Oooooooh." I shut him up by pulling his foreskin back exposing his dickhead,and blowing on it. I laughed when his skin pebbled with goosebumps and he shivered from head to toe."Answer this one. Show him. Show them. Why are the decisions always on me? Why do they all fuck with me? They can’t fuck with me. Any of them.Panting, not at what I'm doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your 'real life', in your head. The moronic letch who makes obvious comments about your private life. The treacherous 'married' who, adored by most, sidles up to you and would 'accidentally' brush his grey-slacked penis against your arse in the coffee queue, if only his gut didn't. The third girl was red haired, heavily freckled and rail thin -- and the fourth was -- well, between the size and the shape and the clothing, Jacques just wasn't sure whether the fourth occupant of the booth was male or female. As he watched them settle in, the young guy next to him snorted, "There's some real oinkers..."Jacques merely grunted. The bartender, who had stopped to wash glasses at the sink in front of Jacques' position at the bar, chuckled. "They're regulars. We call 'em.