You know -- offing the wrong people. I mean, I knew plenty of names of people that my government, or the national press, or some other interest group ...ight think richly deserved to die. But I was bright enough and sensitive enough to realize that the motives of governments (or of the national press, or some interest group that maybe happened to share one’s personal prejudices) often could leave a lot to be desired.Think about it: If former vice president Richard Cheney thought some middle. Not that my sister didn't look good, she also had nice legs, but hey, she is my sister, and I can see those legs almost every day.Then we started our second special game of the day. Illiana and I decided we would try to get them exposed as much as we could. We had agreed to try and put the white ball on the table so that Nathalie, or my sister, always had to stretch out over the table to do a decent shot. And I must say, we did a pretty good job, they even had to put a leg on the table. After Dale and I had sex the other day, she told Ellen that it was the best sex in her life. And that Dale wanted where that came from, from me but she made me promise not to tell her Dale that. That would be our secret. After the party it was too late to go home. So we stopped at a hotel for the night. Since we did not have anything to wear to bed. We laid nude on the bed while watching TV and talking until we fell asleep. When we woke it was still dark outside. I was woken my the feel of. ”“I’ve been looking.” Then, after a pause, his hand still slowly gliding up-and-down: “I’ve been in your room when you’ve been out. I’ve seen your toys.”She boggled at him, mouth hanging open.“No … I don’t believe it. You’re an absolute pig! What the hell do you think you’re doing? You have no right … And will you stop fucking well doing that! Stop it, Billy. Bloody hell, what’s wrong with you?”“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Billy replied. “You’re the one showing off her big tits.”She gasped.