But over the centuries, as the debris cloud spread along its orbit, the rain of alien refuse became more and more common...MAU: The Fable of the Farme... and his WifeA farmer came in from a long day's work and complained to his wife of his labors, as was his wont. When she shot back that her own household chores were equally burdensome, the farmer mocked her. How could common household chores be as difficult as tending the livestock and the fields? A long argument ensued, during which the. His boss had agreed, but Malcolm wished it didn’t have to be his head in the noose. His boss hadn’t been particularly sympathetic, though. ‘For fucksake, Mal, it’s not going to be Jonestown,’ he’d said when Malcolm had brought it up. ‘It’s not even the goddamn Moonies. This is just another weird little California cult of hippies. Nobody’s brought kidnapping complaints against them, they’re not stockpiling guns–we think their tax-exemption is BS, that’s all. Hell, you don’t even have to tell. She pressed her hips flat against the wall, kissing it like a sweet lover, as she made love to this other woman through the hole.In the darkness, through a rough-hewn opening the two members wrestled, coiled, twisted and undulated over each other. Liz was in heaven and laughing with delight. An orgasm passed through her without warning. She was so deep in her pleasure she barely noticed it. Her overwhelmed senses were blocking her awareness. For Liz it was more intense and constant pleasure. I don’t know what good it really does because woman like that get their head blown up so much and so often, Mr. Regular like me doesn’t really affect them. But I for one won’t be on their list of guys sweating them. I’m a prideful guy and think that I am a good catch for the right woman so I won’t allow a woman to take take take and she give back nothing. Screw that! I get accused of being arrogant all the time because I walk around with my head held high and don’t jump on people’s.