I dressed and went downstairs."He's not dead after all," Mom said from the den."Just tired," I mumbled. I still wasn't fully awake.Sara kept staring."...hat?" I mouthed.She shook her head.I poured a bowl of cereal and joined my family in the den."Everything okay, Sam?" Mom asked."Yeah, Mom." Make sure you get enough rest." I will."Sara smiled again. What was with her?I watched TV. Dad had the early game on already.I ate and headed upstairs. Sara came out of the bathroom. Another big smile came on. ”“Two wives and kids by two other girls?” she said, then giggled. “Or your desire to screw a seventeen-year-old girl senseless?”“The desire is there, Pretty Penny, but you know better.”“Hey, you can’t blame me for trying!”“No, I can’t,” I chuckled. “Get back to work!”“Yes, sir!” she smirked. “Just remember, I graduate in five years!”I shook my head. She wasn’t giving up on that notion, though she had told me that she had a date with a new guy on Friday. I wasn’t sure if she was just marking. I sat, as did millions of other Canadians and watched as the government underwent a peaceful transition of power On November 4, 2015.At first, I felt a swell of pride and patriotism while Justin Trudeau took his Oath of Office.However, all that pride quickly vanished as I later watched 21 Soldiers, in full dress uniform with rifles, fire a 21-gun salute to the Prime Minister.It was then that I realized how far Canada’s military had deteriorated.Every one of them missed the bastard.Perks of. … Ufffff.She – (giggling) heeeee.Me – what is your boobs size?She – oyeee. No, I can’t tell.Me – please. I want to eat it.She – it’s 36.Me – wow, I want to eat now.She – Wait. Relax now. Will talk later. Please dear. Control now.Me – ok, but tell me, your boobs are mine.She – ok you can have it. But not here, please.Me – I want to fuck you badly.She – me too. Please fuck me with your big cock soon, but not here, please :)Me – thanks, dear. Love you.She – loves you too.The evening before.