Even Berrigan, as his closest friend, knew nothing more than that Smythe had moved here to escape family troubles in the east.“Ha! I knew it, you ol... dog!” Berrigan laughed as he ushered Smythe inside his home. As mayor, Berrigan lived in the largest house in town, and the two-story brick building was well-furnished, though short of lavish; Berrigan Stallen was not a man for unnecessary luxuries. “You know, Henley, what you need is a good wife to settle down with. I’ve said it before, and I’ll. She was filing papers in the office, her form fitting low cut dress hugging every bountiful curve when she replied to a knock on the door. A sorority girl entered whom she knew slightly. Monica something. Lushly built teenager, rich, spoiled and decadent like all the others, she was carrying an engraved mahogany box in her manicured hands. She was blonde with tints toward reddish hair, green eyes, buxom and curvaceous, with full perpetually pouting lips seemingly always set in an arrogant. I moved closer to her and enjoyed the sweet smells of her perfume mixed in with the earthy smoke of the fire. My had graced hers and remained for a second to long, then ours eyes met with a look of passion that I quickly had to shake off, I excused myself to use the restroom, not having to go, I found myself standing, staring at the stars with my hard cock in my hand thinking about all the things that would happen if I had my way that night. I was getting ready to put it away and retire to my. "Welcome Sisters," she said with a wave to the audience. "Thank you for turning out to support this meeting. It's great to see such a good crowd here. As you know one of our concerns has been to explore the condition of women in the countries emerging from the Russian empire and I'm very pleased to be able to welcome distinguished anthropologist and champion of many feminist causes, Dr Karen Armstrong." There was a round of applause as Dr Armstrong took the stage. I was trying to remember where.