But here’s the weird thing. Where I am now? Hardly conventional. Definitely not conservative. As to boring? Let’s let others decide.Twenty nine ye...rs old and still single. Motorcycle. Oscar is like me. He’s not flashy, or exciting. He’s a Royal Enfield Bullet; sixty miles an hour cruise, eighty miles per gallon, often better. I have fun, but I’m not a tearaway. Not on a bike like Oscar.Funny thing – wherever I go I find myself talking to people or, more often, listening. So, one day I rode. "The chair recognizes Delegate Colborne. You have ten minutes Mr. Colborne."Delegate Colborne started to question Bob, "Senator Parsons, I do not understand the reasoning behind this bill. This country has functioned for over two hundred years by giving every citizen the right to vote. Up until now my only complaint with our voting system is that too many of our citizens don't use their right to vote. Can you explain why we need this Amendment?"Bob Parsons looked down at his papers. His mind. "I'm not gonna let you die easily or quickly. Oh, I'll kill you in the end, but first I'm gonna beat you bloody and then fuck you good before I finally let you die!" Myra just nodded, smiling grimly as she slowly side stepped to the big man's left. "Oh, the things you say. I get all wet just thinking about it. So, it's on then? Come on big guy, show me what you've got!" Seething in anger, Cam took two quick steps toward Myra and swung his massive right arm with every intention of slapping the. He laid his hand on her shoulder to calm her. His presence seemed to have the desired effect as she stopped shaking and pressed harder against him. He slowly started to run his hands down her neck and across her shoulders. He was awarded with a soft “mmmm.” He slowly worked her with his hands. As he caressed and massaged her shoulders, he felt the tension releasing. He let his hands glide lower on her back as he slowly explored and worked her body. She leaned against the counter and sighed..