"Jan rolled her eyes. "You had to get her started.Angie smiled, "I want to make sure she gets plenty of mileage out of her gender studies degree." She...doesn't need any help with that. She can't go 15 minutes without bringing sexism into a discussion." Like you can't go 15 minutes without going on about the Ayn Ryand." Anne shot back."Hey, Ryand's Objectivist Philosophy is just what we need to combat the assault on the heroic individual in the modern era." The assault on the individual is just a. ”Bridget smiled and gave it a pat.“Well, I gotta go, hon,” she said as she opened the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”“Bye, Bridget,” was all I managed to say.Pathetic, I know, but what else was there to say?The door closed, and I stood there staring at it for a while. The whole thing was so surreal and unexpected I didn’t know what to think. The booze sat untouched on the side table in the room.I sat there a while, thinking. I had a drink alone, sitting on the bed.EpilogueI couldn’t get to. "Pale an' shaking." Well," said Mac Holmes, "you've done a good job then, and I thank you."George Lekas nodded, thinking about that confrontation. Revenge was on his mind, retribution. He got to his feet, watched the wagon roll out of sight, and crossed the dusty street. The small bell tinkled as he entered the store and saw the lean young woman behind the counter. Lekas scanned the wide room and found Zedediah Snowden, weighing seed corn and making up packages of one pound each. Zed laid down. Harry began to disrobe, and as his clothes shed, I saw that his body was extremely hairy. His back and front. He removed his pants and his legs looked like two tree trunks with hair literally covering them. Finally, I saw the bulge. My eyes had to adjust when he took off his boxers to reveal a not too thick, but still very long member that looked to be close to 10 inches long.With Poke still fist pounding my tunnel with Byron now adding jerking off to his lubrication duties, Barton ordered this.