After the sixth ring Katy’s voicemail picked up, she remembered thinking that was odd because Katy always has her phone since she’s in sales and a...ways answers her phone. After listening to Katy’s greeting she left a quick message letting her know of her planned evening and telling her she would call her in the morning. She realized after hanging up how silly she sounded and probably sound like a giddy school girl with her first crush, she can’t remember ever feeling like this about anyone. “Pardon?” I am still confused.“No, that won’t do at all,” The Voice sounded quite pissed off. “Didn’t they tell you that your password must be made up from letters, numbers and other characters, the ones I call the squiggly bits?”“No. Nobody said nothing about a password.”“Damnation! Nobody does what they are supposed to any more! Right, name?!”“Russell Charles Atkins,” I recited, “Usually known as ‘Charlie’.”“You’re not on my list.” The Voice, wherever it was coming from, sounded. “You mean the Western States?” Agnes corrected.“We have petitions to join up again from all of the other states except for Louisiana which is 100% underwater, Peter shared.“Oh, that is wonderful.” Agnes thought for a second, “I want our country back together. John Taylor is the new President. I have not met him or even seen him yet.”“Ms. Murphy, I am President John Taylor. This is Peter Adams, my aid.” John laid on the counter a business card identifying himself as President and a Washington. If I were able, I would cry out now as you push past my hymen, break my barrier. Does it feel good for you? Your finger gripped by my tight pussy. There would be blood on your finger, if I could bleed. “Use me” I would cry, “Touch me, violate me” and you will because you cannot resist. Your fingers are busy, you become frantic, you are stretching me now, exploring my limits. You check my face. Still it is unchanged, accepting. Inside I am crying, though I cannot show you. My desires are.