” She didn’t press for details.“I have too. Your usual African dictatorship where the President For Life has five swimming pools and half of his...people don’t even know that clean water exists as a thing.”“People’s Democratic Republic usually means a Communist-backed government,” Ramirez replied, watching the passing people and noticing how many carried firearms.“Yes. And like how that usually goes, they could hook a turbine to Marx’s grave and power the whole country with his spinning.”“You do. ." She noticed the expression on my face. "You can't can't get it up them either ... or anyone?" She gave a harsh bark of laughter. "I suppose I should feel sorry for you, but all I feel is contempt. I don't want to see you at my parent's restaurant again. In fact I don't want to see you ever again. I'm going back to sea in a week, where I'll get some real cock from real men. You poor, impotent, limp dicked bastard; what a waste of space you've turned out to be." She left; her door slam. ...................................................................................................................... ............................ Jim was heading to his construction trailer, it was a grubby little place, but it did have a clean room in the very back with a bed in case someone was injured on the job they could keep them comfortable until the paramedics arrived. Jim preferred to stay there instead of a motel because he felt embarrassed enough having a black man take his wife. "See you there." A month later the day has arrived. Your not really a big fan of Britney’s music but you are willing to sit through it so that you get a chance to meet her and finally see those tits in person. You sit in the first row and all throughout the concert it seems that she is staring straight at you. After what seems like an eternity it is time to go backstage. A representitive from MTV meets you when you get there. "Hi, Britney saw you in the front row and requested that instead of.