Electrical dysfunction rendered their members impotent, without the power to seduce us for profit. The airwaves, once awash with data, red and blue hu...s of real and fake news, bizarre conspiracy theories, and weird views, no longer belonged to the mighty. Anyone with electricity and a transmitter could be a player.For the rest of us addicted to reality through online social communities, television, and cell phones, it was cold turkey. There would never be another fix."Mable, say again, over,". .. I dunno... I'm awfully hungry.", he inferred, "A good host might offer me a meal or somethin'. Let's see what's in your kitchen."He strikes her as arrogant so she smirks, and snaps back at him, "There's no damn food for you here. If you don't get your ass out of my house, I'll call the police."She starts to walk aggressively past him, back toward the phone. His hand reaches swiftly behind his back and he brandishes the 9mm she'd seen earlier, aiming it point blank in her face and stopping. She looked towards the bridge, and saw John, setting up some sort of rigging to pull the telegraph pole off of the substation with the Shogun. She stared for a moment, the water drawing false tears down her cheeks as she stepped down to the stone way and walked out into the cover of the Arboretum. She wandered into the recesses of the lake-side garden, as the weather roared at her, and tugging at her shirt. She looked down, and her eyes widened as she realised she was totally soaked. The white. I've jacked off (alone, usually) to that video many times.Last week Matt and I got together to catch up before I left town. We did some major drinking, and decided it would be a good idea if he did not drive home. That meant he had to sleep in my bed with me. He stripped to his boxer-briefs, and I pulled my pants off and threw on a pair of athletic shorts to sleep in. We were joking and laughing as we settled into bed, and the topic of his video came up. I asked him if it turned him on to.