They were huddled around our usual table in what seemed to be heated discussion. We ate here almost everyday. It was kind of a tradition. ‘Hey guys... what’s up?’ I said, taking a seat next to Ken. ‘What’s ‘up’, is that you’re late.’ Dave said, pointing to his watch. Ken laughed. ‘I know, I know. How ‘bout I pay today eh?’ I said, smiling, knowing that Dave, the king of cheap, couldn’t resist a free meal. ‘Alright! That’s my boy!’ Dave said, chuckling. ‘You guys order yet?’ I asked, grabbing a. "Then Julie told me, "After you said your campaign was going to be bumper stickers and posters, people started to call in and email possible bumper stickers. They brought them in and had them faxed in. We even got some by messenger service. John, you are a very famous man right now." Well, I guess you could say I had an idea whose time had come," I whispered. I sipped a little more water and went back to sleep.It was night when I reawakened. Julie was still there. I shifted in bed and she. I am humiliated and turned on at the same time. Just when I think he is going to stop his palm makes contact with my ass again. Only this time he begins to slowly massage my heated flesh before pulling aside the thin scrap of lace dividing my cheeks to slide one finger into my hot wet slit and then another. My juices drip down my inner thighs. How can I be this wet? I am a grown ass woman who has just been spanked like a child for being late and I am almost swooning at his touch. Soon he is. It is a strict trade of goods for goods and nothing they provide for us are goods we couldn't live without. A lot of people would be pissed off if we suddenly couldn't drink WestHem coffee or sip a nice bottle of California or French wine or fire up a good smoke after dinner, but the loss of those things would not be detrimental. Our system works because we are unified here and because we do not focus obsessively on the acquisition of our currency. Like I told you before, there is no elite.