It's never some powerful supervillian, or some evil genius... it's always just some loser with the sort of petty little problems that only ever affect...one person. Some pathetic fuckup who never did anything more extraordinary than walk into a gun shop. Any idiot can do that.He didn't earn that power. He just bought it. He probably put it on a credit card."How do you cope, Sam?" she whispered. "Your classes give you any, like, Zen way of handling this? What do you do, when something like. ‘You nut!’ Doris laughed. ‘Don’t you ever think about anything but sex?’ ‘Not when I’m around you, I don’t,’ he replied. His wife grinned at him. ‘Well, then, you better get home and get some rest, too,’ she told him. She turned and started up the walk toward their house. Mike drove off, headed for his sister-in-law’s home. He glanced over at Kelly. She still seemed to be asleep. He’d only driven a short distance from his house when he felt a hand on his leg. Startled, he looked over and saw. She had gotten very good at giving handjobs over the years, and Brendon felt himself moan in pleasure. Brendan slowly caressed Amy’s breast from underneath her shirt as he felt his cock start to fill up. ‘Oh…baby I’m coming’ Amy suddenly started to slow down her hand movements, and, looking at him sensually, began to bring her mouth down to his cock. Brendan was shocked, Amy had never given a blow job, though he had never asked. She seemed uncomfortable with the idea of putting her mouth. Charles and arrange to load ten wagons, three carts, and all the livestock.We made good time, finally arriving shortly after noon--much to our relief. About two hours before we arrived, a thick, dark cloud cover had blown in and the skies opened up, dumping a week’s worth of rain on us in an hour. We actually had to stop for over half an hour since we couldn’t see where we were going. By the time we reached the ferry, we were soaking wet and cold, as well as hungry and not in a good mood.Samuel.