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 them”.~Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952... A. Each time a little girl tries on a new dress, she'll look at herself through our sex. Each time a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he'll look at himself through your body being pressed against this mirror." And as I said that, my fingers found her nipples still pressed to the mirror and started squeezing them. I was still fucking her, and I moved my head to the side of her head and closely whispered "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the sexiest of them all?" She turned her head to meet. ”“Or,” Lavi said, “she’s a fucking evil cunt who either wants to roast your balls or manipulate you. I’m not happy either way. Why now?”“Time. We’re on a clock. The people who do the forensics on those waterlogged papers are going to be expensive. You know that and you know that until we prove otherwise the judge is saying the contract exists and that we’ve been paying is proof.”“It’s still bullshit.” Lavi tore the bagel into bits like a predator tearing up a kill. I’d never felt sorry for a. Kayla and Diana walked up as Jeff hurriedly finished his coffee and stood. "There's eight of us; we can all go in one vehicle," he said as he escorted the two women out the kitchen door in front of him."That's fine for getting there, my dear Husband, but we're shopping for four people, remember. We need another vehicle for the packages." Three," Kayla broke in. "Three people to shop for. I'm fine for clothes. If I need something, I can pick it up later."Diana grinned at her, then looked at her.