“Kropotkin wrote of mutual aid. ‘The means of production being the collective work of humanity, the product should be the collective property of t...e race,’ he wrote. ‘In the long run the practice of solidarity proves much more advantageous to the species than the development of individuals endowed with predatory inclinations.’ Since 1788, the whitefellas here have been those with predatory inclinations.“We will build us a collective in the redeemed land. If any in our community is hungry, it is. ”“Kitten. Kate. Katarina. Kitty Kate. My Kitten. My love. My darling. Kitten I’ve been so cruel. So stupid. So blind. Please, forgive me, my Kitten. I love you,” I was repeating myself—babbling. A light snapped on in my head. Dad warned me months ago that forgiveness would be the hardest part. Sure, I forgave her for leaving. I forgave her for whatever happened with the Slimy Dick. For walking out on us. But that one night when she’d knelt in front of me, I’d never let go. I’d withheld her pet. Little bitch. He said I was too rough. Obviously he wasn't a serious cocksucker. How can you resist a dick like this?"I glanced over and saw that he had pulled out his naked semi-erect penis and was playing with it! I couldn't believe it! I was appalled. However, part of me did notice that it really was insanely big. It was longer and fatter than any erection I had ever seen. A part of me briefly thought about how my wife had said she wanted to see me penetrated. It's her sick little fantasy.. She knew her mother's attempt at putting on pleasant faces confronting peasants and it made her nauseous. If someone bothered her, she'd rather let them know either verbally or facially. She may have been a bitch, but at least she'd been honest about it. Looking at her woman and her woman's woman, she only saw beauty and respect and honesty and love. "Sure mom has beauty and dad's a good looking guy I guess," thought Denise, "but Jesus, I never knew how ugly they could be." Stay, lovers. You.