" The prom? I don't have a date for the prom. I don't even know anyone I can ask to the prom. Every girl I have ever asked for a date has turned me do...n." Of course you have a date silly. You just haven't formally asked me yet." You? You are going to be my prom date?" Depends." On what?" A silly little requirement known as "asking."I looked at her stunned and she said, "Repeat after me Robert. Will you go to the prom with me Mellissa?"I stared at her in total confusion. How could this be. So they have given this much thought, the Imams and the Ayatollahs and the fanatics, and they have decided. They will drive you from their lands, and from this planet! How? They will use the people you try to help. They will turn them against you. They will cause the victims to fear and hate you, their protectors."It is so easy: agents will slip in among the masses of refugees who seek safety in the camps you protect, and these agents will put Saddam's poison into the food you have provided to. Eventually I asked what it was used for. Thanks conservatives in education for cancelling sex ed. And my conservative parents for never teaching me. Because my neighbor taught me about it, I have always had a love for the cock since I was a decade old.He told me it was used for making babies. But that more importantly it was used to have fun. He described as best he could the intense pleasure that came from an orgasm. I had yet to experience this, but he assured me I would likely have. Brandi started to drift away, thinking about her hair, floating away from this awful game. Then she saw Jack's eyes again and she snapped back to reality. "Oh come on Brandi! It's not that hard a question. You could have picked dare. You picked truth, so tell me the truth, do you shave your pubes?" "Ummm, well, umm, no." Brandi was horribly embarrassed. She'd shaved her legs since before she had any hair on them, her armpits were immaculate, and she even shaved her arms. Brandi hated hair. But.