”“Oh look, Kevin—here’s a link to that blog that Amelia mentioned,” Denise pointed. “In the recommended sites. Where it says ‘Visit the ...uman rights and dignity blog by The Realist.’ Click there, sweetie.”Kevin did. The blog opened and the current article was titled, “The Program: Human Rights Abuses Coming to a School Near You.” There was an introductory paragraph which discussed various government-sanctioned torture methods—or what some governments called “enhanced interrogation. Now every time you do something thoughtful she would put a white bead in the bottle and if you piss her off depending on how bad she will put a coloured bead in the bottle black being the worst bead in my opion.here is how the sex game is played.If you or your wife want sex you drop one bead out of the bottle hopefully you haven.t pissed her off to many times and there are more white beads than coloured but don,t count on it I have pissed my wife off and don,t know why. .now I will tell you. Share began to cry softly, crawling deep into my arms and holding me so tightly I thought she would never let go."I wanted to see your naked cock in Yoko so bad," she said. God, I would have loved that. Like the first time Shari and I... The light dawned. Suddenly I knew what Shari wanted. And yet, I was afraid to imagine that was really it. God, the thought of it was fantastic, just unbelievably arousing. And yet... Shari pulled a little away from me and looked up into my face with her. Phaltz."Cindy laughed, just as I thought she would with my pompous little announcement."Bullshit! Jake the President? I don't think so." I tell you the truth, madam. I am it. I am the one. I am the boss. I am king!" I guess that was a little over the top, but we were having fun with just how good I felt and Cindy picked up on that right away."God damn, Jake, it's good to see you happy. It's been a while, you know." She was serious."Yeah ... I guess it has. I feel like a big weight has been.