Okay, but not nearly good enough. Dad would have been so disappointed in me, had he known.Not that Marsha’s ‘friends’ were capable of telling th... difference. They were stereotypical SoCal reality show fodder. Marsha wasn’t the only one on the ‘music’ or PR business, and they all had the sunglasses and air kissing down to a ‘T’.Mid- to late-twenties and they hadn’t grown up, still living only for the moment. Being broke before payday, every payday. They truly epitomized ‘style over substance’. ’ The German community, which had been one of Cincinnati’s distinguishing characteristics when Jonas Kreimer had arrived, had nearly ceased to exist thanks to The Great War. And now with the new uprising, it was risky being a German. But the people intent on destruction rarely needed an excuse. ‘Thugs come in all ages, Jonas. And from all countries.’ ‘You are right, Moe. Very right. Bah! Let us talk of something else. What would you like? A Burger Brau?’ ‘A local lager, Jonas?’ ‘It is a little. Sometimes hed cum inside her pussy, her womb occupied by a growing baby. Sometimes hed pull out, letting his dick rest on her belly, spurting and covering it with semen. Alyssa loved it when he visited her. Hed bring her groceries, help clean her run-down, cheap, little apartment, and then take her to bed. Sometimes hed spend the night, making love to her until the sun rose. She loved Ulysses friendship. He was the nicest man shed ever met. The fact he had a perfect, muscular, dark-chocolate. "Not like that worthless Amy." Maria said. "Captain, why do you not let me get you a nice Latina girl? Treat you right!"I hid a grin. Maria had never lost her accent, she was always trying to play matchmaker. "Now Maria you know I am a little gun shy after my last encounter..." Ah..." Maria interrupted then rattled off something in machine gun Spanish to her husband Jose. "Captain you better off without that ... wife. She no good." No Argument there." I replied.Maria moved in closer to me. "Amy.