So, when I had the chance lastweekend, I once again became Jill. I wore the short red dress with myblack heels, did my hair in a pageboy, and once I w...s done, I made surethat I looked as good as possible before I left the house. Normally Iwould just go to a show, or maybe to the mall way across town, but thatnight, I decided, in a fit of confidence borne by lots of practice, thatI looked good enough to chance hitting the mall closest to our house. Istand 5'7" with what I guess is an average. " she declared, matter-of-factly, "so I was wondering if you'd like to sleep with me, John?" I nearly veered into the hard shoulder, with the shock of what she'd just said! In her sexy French accent, she elaborated, "I mean, I don't want to be unfaithful, I'd just like some adult intimacy. There's nothing wrong with that is there...?" she asked, as she lightly touched my left cheek."No.... I guess not..." I spluttered, just about managing to keep my eyes on the road."I'll leave it with. .... "Stay put............" She kissed my chin, down the side of my neck, down the middle of my chest, across onto my right nipple and had a bit of a suck, back across my chest to my left nipple and had another suckle then down my stomach until I felt her grab my cock and put it to her lips. I watched as her lips engulfed my head, then half way, then all the way in, balls deep. The warmth and glow I felt from her was amazing, as it had been in our last few adventures, but as she glanced up at. Democracy was finished. Democracy was the god that failed. It was time to face facts and embrace my global hegemony, my autocracy, my complete supremacy over all nations and tongues. Like Augustus, I would put an end to the corrupt republics that preceded me and lay down the foundations of a new settlement, a new world order. Unlike Augustus, I wouldn’t use the old morals, but supplant them with my own. Yes, my Hobbesian regime would have its Nietzschean touches as well.I was Nietzsche’s.