A thick counter stands between us. This does not stop me from crawling over to him. I am standing in front of him, there is nothing in between us. We ...ook into each others’ eyes for about a minute, not knowing what to do, or what to say. I do what my primal instincts tell me to do: I kiss him, as I kissed him many times before. ‘What can I get for you today?’ he says, standing at the cash register. His coworkers move furiously around him, and a long line of people behind me wait impatiently. We. “Man look at that cucumber, what the hell is she going to do with that, it bigger that your cock Dave.”“Shut up you ass , she is going to use it to fuck herself but man it is big, that has got to hurt.”“Okay look at that set of tits oh man I want to suck them.”Cindy had pulled the top off and then cupped each breast outside the blue bra and squeezed. She reached into the bra and cupped one breast and held the nipple between finger and thumb and pinched it gently at first and then pulled with. It was a very messy removal. Some people raced for the hills and family members were quickly separated. Some of the outcasts tried to fight back either with weapons or their dogs but immediately were shot. Some decided not to fight and ran into the woods. They grabbed what they could to survive.They were driven from their homes by any means and forced into the deep woods, some of their homes were burned some were destroyed by gun fire. It has always been in the nature of man to destroy or get. There is a knock on our bedroom door jam – the door is open. We both look up and see Bruce who is standing there with a wide grin on his face. I return his smile and say, "Come on in, Bruce!" Bruce's muscular frame fills the doorway. "Surprise!" I say. Michael's face is flushed with embarrassment. "Well, hello, Bruce, welcome to our home!" I say. Michael is kneeling, embarrassed, and nervous. "Michael, this is Bruce, Bruce, this is my husband Michael." I continue. My husband looks up at the.