"All over the planet people did as Laura Whiting had instructed. They talked to each other. They discussed the question. In some cases there were argu...ents. In some cases the arguments were violent. In a few they were deadly.In Libby a man shot his wife to death when she refused to change her mind on how she was going to vote.In Procter two street gang members shot another when he told them that he was going to vote no and they disagreed with his choice.On Triad there was another violent voting. Aaron said, ‘You said you wanted to see some of my art work. I hope that’s okay.’ She still didn’t speak but continued to stare at her gift. ‘If you don’t like it or want it…’ ‘Oh no, Aaron it’s wonderful. How did you ever…I don’t know what to say.’ He saw a tear slip down her cheek as she continued. ‘It’s like I was there sitting for you. I’m…I’m speechless.’ Aaron had done a charcoal sketch of Joyce from memory. He had sketched her before but he wanted this one to be special so he did a new. ” “Do it son,” she replied and took my cock inside her mouth. “No, I want to masturbate on your armpits.” She smiled at me, took out my dick from her mouth and released my dick from between her breasts and raised her arms again over her head. She was still lying on the floor. She looked so regal and beautiful like that. I positioned myself and lowered my penis towards her left armpit. I brought my penis towards her armpit and thrust my penis into the hollow area and started stroking her there. Still others claimed that the forgotten cook had a name with very few letters; hence it was a short name, not the name “Short.” Those with enough seniority to remember a waitress and short order cook from 1968 often wrangled over the names of other forgotten patron saints of the Last Chance Diner.On the last day, the tired old argument seemed more passionate than usual, and it raged furiously until the lights went out. After the lights clicked back on, several regulars began arguing instead.