"Or what about books and music lyrics?" she went on. "You know what books are going to be best sellers! You know what songs are going to be number one...hits! What if you wrote them first? What if you copyrighted the..." Tracy!" I barked, finally getting her attention."What?" I couldn't do that," I told her."Why not?" she asked. "Think about how much money you could make!" I'll make enough money from my stocks, Tracy. I was a paramedic who was used to living on less than forty thousand dollars a. This water is formed from Hydrogen ‘locked into’ the dry plant. I recall some time in the past, the exact year eludes me now, when loggers pressed to harvest timber from the forests in the Pacific Northwest. The government, coddling the tree-huggers, refused them permission. Millions if not billions of dollars in timber was ‘saved.’ However, there came huge forest fires, totally obliterating and destroying the forests. The tree-huggers became ash-huggers and much needed export was lost for a. I called and she was thrilled, asking me to come right over. Her partner was there, too. Come casual. I called Rick to tell him I was going over. Enjoy yourself, was his answer. I put on a thong, shorts, a top, no bra and sandals. Drove down to the address she had given me. It’s a large two family house and she has the lower floor. Fran opened the door and greeted me wearing a see through black negligee. She pulled me in and gave me a deep tongue, passionate kiss, her tits pressing against. It wasn't anymore. "Speak truthfully so that I may better know your mind," I invoked the sisterhood's call to communicate clearly and without deception,I let my question hang in the air as the silence stretched beyond awkward. I refused to say more until my question was either answered or officially ignored. I fumbled for my lighter and fired up my pipe. The strobe white spark was blinding."Your arrival was unwanted. I spoke the truth when I testified against your presence. I did not want you.