I faint at the sight of blood. I can't draw a picture to save my life. I can't write a story to entertain people. I can't do great things like you, Cl...ire, or Dale. Claire says that you are a great writer and that you might write a great novel one day. Claire is a brilliant scientist and creates things that help people. Dale is a great businessman who provides a living for over a hundred people. All three of you do things that contribute to the world. I can't do any of those things."The one. Some of my painting and art are inspired by these events.So there I was driving down through France on my way to the Alps for the winter season, I was wearing a nice little blue strappy top, a black short skirt as I generally prefer and no panties or bra. It was warm enough in the car but when I got out for a little break at the next service station I grabbed my hoody to put on, even so, my nipples went hard as nails! I ran across to the loo and as no one else was around I took no notice of. “I ain’t gay, bitch. Get the fuck out,” he scowled. The girly bottom scurried away.Later that evening, Winnie was inside the cell he shared with Keno straightening up. It was almost lights out and Keno finally came back in from his game of dominoes. “Hey, sexy,” Winnie smiled.“Hey, baby girl,” Keno replied.“Thanks for the Little Debbie’s.”“Yeah! No problem boo. We gone make that ass real fat. Pour me up some of that hooch and get on this dick.”Winnie moved quickly and handed Keno a cup. Then,. .. her magnificent mane of auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders and tumbled to her butt.'Oh yes, I like this young peasant ... proper respect.' He grinned, 'Nice butt.'"Thank you," he said, 'Daddy always said, "Be nice to the hired help, they know all the secrets."'She asked the Secret Service man his name and ID. She wrote it down on her pad."What's that for?" he whispered.She whispered back, "you're outta here. His Excellency doesn't like you. No respect." She wrote 'Call me' on the pad..