..IDIOT SIGHTING.I live in a semi rural area.We recently had a new neighbor call the local city council office to request the removal of the DEAR CROS...ING sign on our road.The reason: 'Too many dears are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore.'IDIOT SIGHTING IN FOOD SERVICE.My daughter went to a Mexican fastfood and ordered a taco.She asked the person behind the counter for 'minimal lettuce.'He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg. The slightly rumpled, but perfectly constructedsex kitten image was so appealing to me. I moaned to myself and thensighed out, "Oooh, Master please hurry - your sissy bitch needs you sovery much!"And then came from the foot of the bed, "But, my dear, I am alreadyhere!"I turned to find Sir John, my Lord and Master, sitting in a chairbeyond the foot of the bed with a very satisfied, if not amused, grinon his face. He must have come in while I was vamping before themirror.I looked at him with raw. "See you in the flesh, so to speak, bro," she giggled."See you soon, sis," I chuckled in reply, wondering if our own paths were to follow in what looked like a family tradition...(1954)By the time I got there the children were chattering away to their father nineteen to the dozen about what they'd seen. Tom had been brought outside in his wheel chair to enjoy the warm sunshine."Any problems with the help?" I asked Jenny."Mrs Harris came and helped me," Jenny replied. "She wanted to see how bad. "Oh, god..." she moaned. "Yes...so hard..." "Pinch one between your thumb and forefinger. Pull it slowly Julie. That's the way I would suck it into my mouth." I heard her soft, "Oh". I closed my eyes and imagined her doing what I told her to. "Do you want more, Julie? Do you want me to continue talking to you?" Julie's breathing had grown a bit faster. "Don't stop talking. Please, John, don't stop." I smiled. "And will you do what I tell you to do?" This time her yes was barely above a whisper..