.. a goat, being fucked by a goat?”Bobbi, “Annie, you know you can just say ‘no’. But, what’s the difference about the dogs?”Annie gave he... an exasperated look, “We researched that!”“Okay … what about the pony? You fucked it, too.”“I … I … Jake just set it up for me to be on the hay bale, told me to use my feet … that I could probably control the penetration … Okay … not so much different than the pony …” She flapped her arms like a gesture of giving up and continued on through the barn, out. The difference is, you do it in front of millions of people, so a lot of folks recognize your face. Why make a fuss over it? Have you saved the world? Have you invented a cure for cancer? Have you built a rocket to help us escape from this mudball when the politicians finally screw it up so bad we can't live on it?"I paused for a bit, then continued, "No, ma'am. If I was to make a fuss over you, it'd be because you're such a pretty little thing and I'd want to date you. I reckon, though, that. The son of a bitch, was pitting us against each other. If I could, I’d kill him this moment.”Ruslan nodded, he too had no choice at the moment though, he hoped that the situation changed soon. “Da comrade, I must as well. We will meet up soon.” As he walked away his anger was still simmering at the General. Pit them against each other would he? Smiling he thought, ‘this would be over soon one way or another.’Evelyn punched in the number to the General. She was quite a distance from the others,. . I know that it sounds very romantic for a seemingly jaded old woman, but that’s how I saw it.“My Prince would be ... like you. Nihilistic, jaded, dominant, aggressive, yet sensual and loving. Firm and gentle at once. Ice and fire. Free from society’s stupid taboos and conventions, of course. Free from both my jealousy and his own. Free to love and desire whomever he wished. That’s ... you,” Monica confessed, perhaps rambling a little, but in a charming fashion, my sweet Italian princess, my.