Shaking his head, he said, “It’s amazing to me how they don’t seem to see us when we cross a border.”Ignoring Oscar’s comment, Georgia was s...ill wondering about the churches, synagogues, and mosques they were visiting and those they were avoiding. She asked, “So why do you think that you aren’t going to visit the heads of churches?”“I think that perhaps the Powers that Be don’t want to play favorites by having me visit the heads of some sects and not others. I’ve been visiting hundred of. E. Set the world on fire because why not? Then there’s the Zen archetypes, wishing for world peace and happiness and kittens that don’t cause allergies and such. People that just want to make everyone else happy and will work themselves to the bone to do it. Admirable, but humans need small amounts of chaos and misfortunes to feel better afterward. If everyone was always happy then how could they gauge how happy they were? Next up is the Power hunger “kneel before Zod!” Enough said. Then. Then remembered where she was and conflict was writ large in her eyes. Public fuck-toy was going to be a bittersweet treat for her.Rosie’s edginess increased when the bears pointed us out to two pretty young women with cheeks painted in Pride colours.I waved, my doe swaying obscenely from my slick mound. They grinned, coffees now forgotten, and waved back.“You like the thought of such pretty women being the first to see your craving for being used, sweetheart?“Oh God. Maybe!”Standing behind. ‘What I thought was that you were beautiful. The two of you were, but especially you. I didn’t think anything bad of you.’ The ship’s horn blasted through us. It was announcing us to any boats coming upstream, as we rounded a bend. We were far too close to it, so that it vibrated through bodies and drowned out everything. But it gave me time to think. Then: ‘Maybe for a moment, just for a moment, I felt some … jealousy, or regret. Because I could imagine how your mouth felt. I could imagine.