Some part of me, I think, now waited with dread for the next incident. And when I heard a knock on my front door one evening just as I had gone to bed... intuition told me to steel myself. I got up and walked down the short hall. There in the living room, in the glow of a kerosene lamp, were two women sobbing and embracing. Both were wearing floor-length dresses. One, clad in a heavy wool cape and an ornate hat with egret plumes in it, had apparently just arrived at my home. ‘Oh Lydia, my dear,’. We talked until it got late and then the girls went in to bed. We fed the dogs and washed and changed. We climbed into bed and got comfortable. Of course, you don't have far to climb when you're using a sleeping bag on the floor. Jill felt nice and warm, snuggled up against me."Jack?" Uhhm?" We need to talk about something."I'd heard horror stories about that phrase. I probably tensed up."Oh?" Yes. Definitely. I didn't want to say anything with everyone around." OK." Jack, I got the idea you. Shireen: ‘Lenin once said the West were wishful thinkers, so let us give them something wishful to think. I disagree, the West uses wishfulness to disguise nihilistic and pessimistic attitudes about Human nature. Capitalism is opposed to the betterment of the many and aims only for the betterment of the few. I cannot hide my bourgeoisie origins, my great-grandfather was a petty bourgeoisie merchant trader but he didn’t let it fool him. He was a trader because his father was one and he was. I can see the impact I have on him instantly by the bulge forming in his pants. I get up and walk to him. When I get to him I reach behind him and close the door so nobody will mess with us. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Teasing his lips with my tounge until he opens his mouth letting me slip it into his mouth. As we kiss his arms go around me and his hands find my firm ass. I slowly guide him back until my legs are against the bed. He gently lays me down on the bed not breaking.