We were both pretty quiet that evening. We made wonderful love, as it always was with Vannie. There was something on her mind and I wanted to get it o...t of her. ‘What are you thinking, Vannie. You’re awfully quiet tonight,’ I asked softly. She rolled towards me. At first she just stared at me with a somewhat worried look. ‘Are you really going to come to Naples, Harry?’ ‘Yes. Of course. Why would you think otherwise?’ ‘I don’t know. This past week has been … out of this world. None of it seems. ~Quoted in ‘Clarence Darrow for the Defense’ by Irving Stone.Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go out and buy some more tunnel.~John Quinton, American actor/writerPolitics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other.~Oscar Ameringer, “the Mark Twain of American Socialism.”I offered my opponents a deal: “if they stop telling lies about me, I will stop telling the truth about. I begrudgingly agreed. the evening neared and I began to get ready. I combed and straightened my shoulder length dark brown hair. It fell in layers around my face and actually looked pretty good at the moment. I put on some Jean shorts and a camisole and a fitted t shirt that showed off my boobs. The necklace I had picked out featured a small black heart with blue diamonds that sparkled just enough to enhance the hazel flecks in my chocolate colored eyes. I put on a pair of converse and some. (I found out the next night why the guy she wanted didn't notice, he was back at the hot tub with his lover, another man, the guy was gay)I offered her a glass of wine and we kinda chatted with broken language and by the time we had drank the wine the last old guy was heading out which is when i headed in for her hot body. we were making out and my hands were all over her with her top pulled up and i was rubbing her pussy thru her little bottoms. She stopped me and and conveyed she wanted.