She held the covers up in fear, but it wasn't her mother, finally giving into temptation and taking her daughter by force - it was her father."I'm sor...y, darling," he said sadly, and for a second it was like Julia had her father back. "This must all be very confusing to you."When Julia nodded, he stepped forward, suddenly more confident than Julia had seen him in days. If it weren't for the cheerleader outfit he was wearing, a skirt so short it barely covered his ass, and the obvious welts from. The note had a phone number and an email address and a physical description. I had to admit, I was alittle flattered... and curious.I thought about that note several times over the next few hours and read it over and over. Ever since I was young, I had a desire, urge and lust for cock. If he was as good as he sounded, maybe this was my chance.I thought that there was no harm in emailing him, I could always ignore and block him if it didn’t work out, so I did, just out of curiosity. Eric emailed. In the end, it seemed that Rand’s analysis of the problem was fairly accurate - the ‘looters’ and ‘moochers’ living off the fruits of other people’s hard work. The solution suggested - dropping out and disappearing - didn’t seem practical, nor would it work, barring the invention of a Star Trek-style cloaking shield that people could hide under as well as a device that created effectively unlimited ‘free’ energy.The real problem in my mind, stemmed from unfettered democracy. The US Constitution. Towards the back doors I could see some of the buns and condiment bottles she carried with her. I sat on the floor facing her and found the carpet especially deep and soft, almost like sitting on a bed."You really have this van fixed up nice inside," I commented."Yeah, I like it. My husband did all the work."I guess my face must have fallen to my knees as she laughed."Don't worry, he won't be coming around. Actually we have kind of an understanding." I don't think I get your meaning." I was.