Considerin' what the Democrats had ta offer, I planned ta support Grant.The problem wuz that the Ku Klux Klan wuz alive an' well in Missouri an' tryin... ta keep Grant from bein' elected. Since nearly all nigger men could vote and not all of the White male population could, yet, the KKK wuz tryin' ta intimidate the niggers ta keep them from votin' fer Grant. Rarely, this involved friendly persuasion, but mostly it involved physical threats against a man an' his family. The Army wuz out in force. My young mind was almost bursting with anticipation and excitement.The clock in the drawing room of the house struck ten. A moment later Uncle Paul knocked at the door and called my mother’s name softly. My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up and opened the door. Uncle Paul looked at her briefly and stepped in. “Ricky so gaya?? He asked.. Hakuna matata. she responded. Damon picked one up and chomped it. It wasn't that bad, once he managed to get over the feeling of it moving in his mouth. There was a honey glaze on the outside that overrode the bitter back-taste. Kagome was mentally singing that song, so Damon countered with the refrain from Harry Belefonte's "Banana Boat Song."Back on Earth, the Destiny Engine sat silently, waiting. Dr. Lang wasn't there. The Engine displayed cryptic status messages and kept its audio receptors. Then there was Susie! She was the picture of perfection! Smooth, flawless skin. The pretties sexiest feet with a beautiful arch and spread toes. You could tell that she spent a lot of time barefoot. Lovely almost flat chest with little puffy nipples just enough to suckle on. And another absolutely gorgeous little ass. And the smooth hairless pussy was to die for! So kids, would you like to continue our lesson from earlier today, I asked? They both said yes excitedly! Good! Lets see, Susie, why.