I came damned close to joining their fight, but Cindy talked me out of doing something so foolish.A week later, the government TV stations had a bulle...in about a food riot by some terrorists. Marines had been called in, and all of the rioting terrorists had been killed. Now I was really mad, but I didn't know what I could do. Then it occurred to me that I might accomplish something if I could destroy ONI headquarters, since they had to be the ones who had called in the Marines—nobody else had. Women in Haiti have always been able to vote. And as a people, we see ourselves as human beings first, rather than to define ourselves by skin color alone, unlike our extremely distant and decidedly inferior cousins the African-Americans. Everything is about race and gender for these people. Why can’t the African-Americans see the light? Even though African-Americans in America outnumber us Haitians, we still send more of our sons and daughters to college than they do. Percentage wise, we’re. You'vemissed the bus and now I'm stuck with you all day."As she complained at my being home all day I noticed mom was now facing mewhile on the toilet seat. I could just make out the stream of pee from underher pink nightgown.She always made it a habit when she entered the bathroom in the morning tolift the her pink nightgown to her waist and seat herself on the throne.As I sat on the tubs edge I felt my dick begin to tingle, her pee was justspraying out.All of a sudden she looked up and saw me. There was an assortment of cold cuts and breads, some nice cheese and three shrimp cocktails.Everything was set when they came out of the room. It looked like Michelle had cried. There was just a bit of red around her eyes."Ladies, what are we drinking?" "Beer" "Glasses or bottles?" "Bottles, this casual."After lunch while the ladies went back to their reading, I made some coffee and then poked around the bookshelf that took up almost one whole wall. Of course there were some legal stuff but to.