Through my groggy eyes, which were still encrusted with buggers from my catatonic slumber, I watched as the man opened the door and let inside the tra...ler a second individual. Both of the men began speaking to each other, interspersed with laughter. “God damn, Jimmy, what stinks in here? Peuwee!” “Oh, that’s that cunt wife of mine and her stinking puss. She’s done brought home another guy from the bar again.” The visiting friend gave me a once over while. As the Greek Philosopher Isosceles used to say "There are three sides to every triangle." The Attorney General went on to say "Teaching our students sentient thought processes and equipping them to solve problems is dangerous and puts our government at risk." Above I quote an ABC news release.Through his lawyer Lauren Bacall Professor Poet tells us about the perfect power of math instruction.After early retirement I spend most of my time in the study of my corner house. It offers a view of a. A second chainaffixed to the waist chain passed between the crack in her ass and the foldsof her labia, eventually locking at her waist just below her navel. This chainwas tight also, and served to hold the implements of her arousal buried deeplyinside her two pink holes. Wires ran from both to a small control box. It was,of course, microprocessor controlled, and it functioned in a mindless, remorselessmanner. The computer had several options available for each buried implement.Perhaps a high. Our eyes met."Jim..." Uh huh?" Get your clothes off and make love to me? Please?" There was a desperate appeal in her eyes.I undressed."I'm afraid we'll have to swap sides," I said. "I don't want to lay on my right side — it stings."She giggled — was it nervousness? And shuffled over so I could slide into bed and face her laying on my left side.I reached out, and stroked her cheek, gently, combed her hair back with my fingers, and caressed her neat ear. She shivered. I slid my left arm under.