”Pilar crossed her arms.“Running against ... say, Elizabeth Warren.”I said, “Okay.”Pilar said, “So I could vote against the Oinker 16 time...? No, four times.”“That’s right, your ballot would be counted as four votes for Warren.”Pilar grinned.“But then you wouldn’t be able to vote for senator, for your representative, for ... say, a clean air initiative.”“Then what’s the point?”“Voters are more passionate about some candidates than others. Some policies. If you really feel strongly, you can. ' I followed her up the stairs, watching her great behind swing left and right. We entered the bedroom and she dimmed the lights, turned and started french kissing me. I was pretty wasted, but so turned on by this powerful woman, as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth exploring as far as it would go. She then sucked on my lip as she deftly undid my shirt buttons, belt and dropped my trousers. I kicked them off, eager to bury my cock inside her. She pushed me back on the bed and deep. She made sure she wore her short skirt that monday. He didn't know the whole story when he looked over at her, and then down at her legs, but she made sure he did. She walked over to him, casually putting something back, and teased him, "I bet your mom doesn't wear short skirts like this!" She then walked away with her best wiggle... and looked back at him with a smile. He gulped, eyes widened as he continued his work, packing stuff for shipment. He knew she had him. It seemed like hours to him. That's how you used to live. Remember your dreams?"' Demkian? Whose...And does he know about my dreams?' He smiles at me, then seems to recede in himself slightly. "I must not speak of this, the Master must, to unlock..."He looks up at me smiling. "You'll know, all in good time." All too soon, my world goes dark. *Part 9***Shelley's POV**I hurry to Damien's apartment. I've had a weird feeling about him all day and it suddenly spiked around noon. I'm intuitive, you can call it being psychic. I'm.