" “I’m ready, Aunt Helen.” Ann grabs my arm. “Okay, then we’ll have some after we get this done. Now Ann this will hurt but I will be qui...k. Ann, you can grab the edge of the towel too if you want.” Aunt Helen inserts the tool then does a quick poke and Ann cries “Owwww!” I wince and feel sorry for my sister. I move to her and help hold her head up. “Owwwwwww!” My aunt comforts the young virgin, “It’s is all over. Good girl. There should be no more pain. Let’s have some lemonade until. Grandmother had no family to help her, she had no relatives in influential positions, and she had no one to help tide her over if she ran out of money."That was 42 years ago. It's true, she owns a shipping company, three of them as a matter of fact, one of which does business here in Chicago. She's not as rich as some, but every drachma she has she made through taking chances and hard work. She didn't have a government to do the work for her, she didn't have tax breaks, friendly labor unions or. Cities, towns—entire peoples—are destroyed by war and conflict. Now we see images of the coastline; as images flicker past, buildings that were once on dry land are battered by waves. A low roar begins in the background. Scenes progress: the environmental riots, the drone wars, and the wetware compromises. The roar grows louder; as images catch up with the present day, the roar drowns out all other sound. Flames lick at the sides of images of the homeless, toxic waste, and abandoned. He had one, full, tattooed sleeve and another tattoo along his left forearm. She wasn’t fully sure what mixed race he was, but he always had nice, golden skin. He dressed handsomely, always wearing dress shirts with a matching tie, dress pants, and as a bad boy touch, biker boots. Even through his shirts she could see his muscular arms and constantly fantasized about what else lay beneath…She traced the vibrator down her body, imagining Mr.Conner sexily kissing down to her pussy.She moaned.