Any sitting President ages tremendously, due to the schedule, pressure, and tension of knowing all (or almost all) of our secrets. Charles looked like...he had made peace with the demands, and could live with the secrets, meaning he might get to enjoy being the head of the free world, instead of consumed by it, like so many others."Mr. President. I am very fine, Sir. And glad to hear you are too. May I inquire as to the health of your bride, daughter, and the lovely little Casey?"That got a big. "Please be honest. What do you believe?" The commander's theology drifted all over the map from Pagan to Puritan, seasoned with native lore and eastern thought. Pinning her down was like trying to nail water to the sky."Don't fuck over your neighbor," she laughed as she waved my smoke-ring to one side."That is the long and short of the Liberty Mountain code: 'Fear is the father of all lies. Therefore, strive to be truthful and kind to all you meet. Do not be cruel. Treat friends and strangers. Archie is a bit of a local hero around here. He boxed for the area, and by all accounts was a pretty good prospect until he lost his licence in a drunken brawl. Dad was probably right - Archie’s potential level of violence is way out of my league.****I was at home at last and I soaked in a hot bath. Both mum and dad were out for the night, and I had no idea where my sister Siobhan could be. So, I was left to my own devices. The sudden buzz of my mobile phone shakes me from my reverie.Sally: Bon. ‘Yessss, Master.’ ‘Good girl, how do you feel?’ ‘I feel good master.’ ‘You can’t remember your name can you?’ ‘No.’ He felt clever to have planted that suggestion in the question. ‘Your real name is ‘Slut’ but you can only say it in private with me.’ ‘You call yourself ‘Jane’ otherwise.’ ‘Thank you master, I forgot’. ‘I know.’ ‘Your pubic hair is getting itchy.’ She was squirming in the chair. ‘And as I keep talking it is getting itchier and itchier’. ‘What are you going to do?’ She put.