Labelled as previously disadvantaged and their suppressors as previously privileged new ugly things pop out their heads, to right the wrongs of the pa...t, the wrongs they suffered. One of these things (a wolf in sheep clothes) is good old affirmative action. Starts off with the very best intentions. And the wheel goes round and round.Change always come. For 2000 years the masculine age of Pisces had been going well and strong. It has run its course though, and now she was well out of her blocks. ‘Hey! That’s a restricted area. Save it for your bedroom!’ (Ah, you loved it, you wanker) When we got to her SUV Gail threw me the keys. I should have known she was up to something. Traffic was all fucked up due to construction on I-10. We wound up stuck in a big ass line going no where. I was so busy bitching about the stand still I never noticed Gail undoing her seat belt. She managed to slither under the dash and was working her way to my pants. It’s a good thing we didn’t run into a Boarder. Three distinct voices were yelling and cursing each other but the sounds they made were not quite human. They were deeper and more gravelly than a man's voice and he couldn't make out any of the words. Pardin rushed to the window and spotted three dwarves walking up the path to his house. They looked angry and each was carrying a huge battleaxe.Looking at the still sleeping elf, Pardin muttered a curse. He stomped over to her and nudged her awake with his boot. "Hey, get up," he said loudly"Let. Go ahead and call them. See what happens." I absolutely will!" The hag harrumphed, before pulling out her phone and dialing the number down."WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT LYING?!" She began screaming a few minutes later."Like I just said, he's a college graduate who's already living on his own." You heard your mom speak back tiredly with the sounds of dishes being scrubbed heard in the background, "If he wants to buy beer, then he can do what he wants. He doesn't need my permission anymore since he.