" Another bomb exploded in the Johannesberg, South African airport yesterday, killing 1 and injuring 20. The Hottentot Separatist Movement has claimed...responsibility." The population is still getting smaller. For the eighth straight year world deaths have exceeded births, according to a report released by the UN yesterday. Since eight years ago, when the human race was taped to have only one child per couple, the population has dropped steadily, both from natural death of older members and from. Usually Allison is here to talk you through it, but she's off helping Christine deal with this because — unlike you — it's all new to her, and she's a leeetle tiny bit freaked out. So Allison isn't here to listen to you moan about the unfairness of it all, and I just don't have the patience; so call me when you finish, and we can get on with our so-called life, and don't even try to tell me that's not what you're doing; I recognize the static pattern in your half of our brain running in a tight. I kept up a running commentary as we drove, trying to point out all the highlights of New York to my young niece sitting in the back seat. As I talked I let my hand slide towards my sister sitting next to me, finally slipping my fingers into the high slit cut into her stylish white midi skirt."No, not now," she groaned, struggling to move away from me as my hand lightly touched her silk covered mound."No what Mama?" asked Amelie asked from the back seat, completely shielded from the caresses I. On the rare occasion, and it was rare anymore, that we went out with friends, I could see that she was loath to hear other women talk about their husbands’ jobs or say very much about mine. Janitor and security guard just didn’t sound as sexy as assistant store manager or insurance salesman or what have you. She wanted me in a suit and tie, oh, and making twice the money that I was even with two jobs. Did her attitude bother me? Of course it did. A man wants to believe that his woman is proud.