"Please, Frank tell me your idea...or ideas." "How do you think you would like to give head and be fucked at the same time?" Without hesitation I sai... "I think I would like it...I think would like it a lot"...shit, I was getting a hard-on just thinking about it. But, wait, "Frank, how big is his dick...I can't take a dick from a horse." He assured me that he did ask and told me his friend said 7-inches...and not very fat. I thought about it for an minute...my dick getting hard, and said I. ”“Yes, you would. You did say that. Those were your exact words after you threw Cash out the window.” Missy grinned.Well, that was true, now that I thought about it. I had said that. “I feel bad about that.”“About what you said?” She almost looked offended.“No, for throwin’ Cash out the window like that. I forgot we were on the second floor.”She wiped her forehead in mock relief, pushing back her blonde pixie-cut hair. “Thank goodness. I don’t want you pussyin’ out on me. Besides what you said. Banks, not kings, rule the world. I know these things. I look at the top of the page: April 13, 1973. Somehow, I read the language easily. The headline reads:“The News Advocate. OPEC imposes Oil Embargo, US Suspends All Activity Over Vietnam, Senate Committee Begins Watergate Hearings.”This world runs out of oil, democracy forces itself upon weaker countries, and politicians can’t be trusted. I recall these things. However, I also remember another event: a woman, a terrifying yet alluring. And suddenly his father’s lips twitched, and his eyes opened wide as he sat up perpendicular from where he lay and delivered a message from the other side, blinding light beaming from his eyes and mouth and members of the audience fainting at the sight of this old man returned from death and reborn into some supernatural being with heavenly powers. The thought of this happening, however, flashed through his mind for only a brief second, and even though he thought it inappropriate to think such.