Please, so that you are in a position to verify the fact that you have received a correct answer, I beseech you to ask only questions that you already...know the answer to. In other words, while embarrassing questions are fair game, I beg you not to ask frivolous or otherwise unverifiable questions? "Jeff! Your friends are now going to ask you some questions." Magatrix said to the lovely blonde standing center stage. "You are to answer than honestly and succinctly!" Magatrix, injecting humor. He laid them out on the bed, and opened them."These look like they're mostly clean. I guess the hotel laundry took care of it. Why don't you be a dear and put these away," Harold said. He approached her and took her in her arms, "I've missed your Mom immensely you know, but I wouldn't have traded the last few weeks for anything in the world."Heather laughed, "I bet you wouldn't, you old horn-dog."Harold laughed with her, "Look who's talking! But that's not what I'm talking about. When did we. " There was a rumble in the audience as if she insulted them."I am bewildered because the Democrates have been your masters for the past four hundred years. They are the ones who bought your ancestors here to be their slaves. Every slave owner was a Democrat. They treated you in a cruel manner."All the abolitionists were Republicans. Lincoln, your liberator, was a Republican. The vast percentage of soldiers in the north were Republican or sympathizers for the coloreds as you were called back. She could study the positions--as one would a textbook illustration, of course, she hastily told herself and be a better wife for it. The third reason for "taking the plunge" was actually not a conscious thought at all, but perhaps it was the strongest motivation of all. It was the fact, which she would have hotly denied, that she was excited by the pictures as much, even more, than her husband. She wanted to see others making love, and only the ingrained prudery instilled since birth by her.