As revolutionary as a female president once had been, the crowd had come for the fabled super heroine Stacie Morgan otherwise known as the scarlet sta...let.There was a unison gasp of anticipation from the crowd as a man entered the stage, taking a microphone from its holder and clearing his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen." He announced, "the president of the united states of America!"The crowd cheered as the president herself entered the stage, waving with a big white smile plastered over her. Rachel and I started dating, she liked rodeos, stock car racing and really enjoyed a Brad Paisley concert I took her to. Soon it was date number four and both of us knew that if she did not put out tonight this relationship was over. We pulled up to my new log cabin, and I could see by the look on Rachel’s face that she was thinking” there is no way I’m not fucking this good looking rich guy tonight”. I felt the same way; there was no way I didn’t want to fuck my skinny western honey tonight.. She seemed badly frightened, like she was on the verge of bursting into tears. “Mike? Mike? Talk to me? Honey?”I shook my head to try to clear it a little, and took her other hand as well. “Mel, I do know I care for you. I care for you very deeply, but ... this is a whole lot of a shock. I ... I just don’t know the answer to your question right now; I’m going to have to do some real serious thinking about everything you just said, but I promise you ... I’m going to give you your due. Can we. Her alabaster skin is covered in a sheen of moist heat. Every few minutes, a soft gasp sighs from her lips after she swallows. It’s chased by a mournful, hushed murmur that makes Tomasz’ heart ache so much that he has to look away from her toward an empty corner of the ceiling. A modest black dress is crumpled at foot of the bed, matching black shoes already kicked aside by the door to the bedroom. An open-bottle of Cabernet sits on the bedside table, tepid and souring, a garden of scrunched.