Covert polyandry became a routine: Every Sunday she would listen to Frank preach the virtues of chastity and fidelity and every Tuesday she would driv... to either Houston or San Antonio to find a hook-up at a singles bar. If not for a chance meeting one Tuesday in Houston, it was a lifestyle she might have easily become habituated to, an acceptable accommodation with existing circumstances is frequently the best if not the most desirable outcome. Although each one of her subsequent Tuesdays was. This position had given him the leverage he needed to pump a load into my ass. But before doing so, he began fucking me as hard as he possibly could. I’m really sure why, maybe so that I wouldn’t forget he had been there? As if there was a chance of that happening. With his hands still holding onto my waist, he just went to town on my ass. His grunting started getting louder and louder. Pleasure may have been his motive when all of this started, but now he was on the verge of completing the. He hesitates. Like a lot of Canadians, he’s used to hijab-wearing Muslim women who won’t shake hands with men they aren’t related to because they follow Islamic custom to the letter. Not me. Hesitantly, he shakes my hand, and introduces himself as Raul Jean-Pierre. I smile. His name sounds so Haitian. Oh, well. I do like these bad boys. Raul and I start talking, or should I say flirting. He’s a second-year student at the University of Ottawa. Raul is studying Criminal Law. Wow. I happily tell. I came out in a rush and so did several vote counts in southern Illinois. As eveyone knew within hours, Dewey did not defeat Truman, and apparently the tide turned shortly after my arrival. Coincidence? Shurely you jest. Sadly I've been unable to pull any other electoral miracles. For instance I refuse to take any responsability for dumbass W.It seems my luck was stretched pretty thin getting me here intact. I arrived during my first asthma attack and apparently the doctors were alarmed to.