“How bad was Dad?” she asked, cringing.“I hope he’s hung over tomorrow so that every shout makes him hurt,” Jane told her sister with a vind...ctive smile.Barb sighed. “What did Dad say to you?” she asked Jane wearily.“He didn’t say anything to me,” she said and glanced at me. “He told John that your affair is his fault and that if he’d been more attentive, you’d have stayed at home.”She grimaced at that. “He just undid all the progress we made tonight, didn’t he?” she asked.“Not really,” I said. He smiled."James, how did he become president?" He had gone there with her, before their baby, a century ago. It was a sunny day. He swallowed it down and licked his lips. Oh god memory, not her, not his not-long-lost love, burned to ashes."Suppose he was elected, wasn't he?" A non-reader, member of the majority. Even when he gave them class time, they seldom read the assignments, just turned pages. When they read they did not absorb. When they adsorbed they often got it wrong, jumbled, bits. Uhh UHH! UHH AHH YEAH! OH! The women experienced their mind-shattering orgasms simultaneously. Their free arms flailed about in their orgasmic throes, touching the wall behind them -- the wall that separated their rooms and beds from each other!There was a flash and that was the last thing Jamie remembered until morning.Chapter 1---------Jamie opened her eyes. Everything seemed oddly clear and sharp. Wait a minute: why was she in her daughter's room? She sat up quickly, throbbing pain in. There were countless cruel, vulgar, whistles, hooting and catcalls as the most famous Hollywood actress in the world, made the humiliating walk of shame outside her own home. Some of the hoodlums were able to get passed the police line and make a swipe for her panties. Their rowdy chums encouraged them to reveal the Red’s Firecrotch to the public. Her captors were none too interested in protecting a Public Enemy, and allowed her tormentors to temporary expose her multiple times.Meanwhile Lucky.