Become a communist in all but name, fighting evil and protecting humanity, or forge my own path and see where that gets me.As the silence stretched on... I realized I didn’t have much choice. Sure, my education was taken care of, but that was no guarantee that I would make enough to help my mom out. She was in her late forties and still waiting tables. She had no retirement and no skills for a better job. The woman raised me on her own, often sacrificing to make sure I had what I needed because. We pulled into the parking lot by Lovers lane , he lent over and put the fingers he had put in my cunt against my mouth, “suck” he said ” clean my fingers” and he pushed two into my mouth and I began to suck them running my tongue on the top and bottom of his fingers tasting my cunt juice for the first time in a long time.As we walked into the store he said “try and keep your ass covered , that pussy is mine not for the world to see” and I was laughing, but the way he squeezed my arm I knew he. We eventually arrived at the city which was located very close to the village where Anna lived. As you can guess, my excitement level was off the charts.My driver brought me to my hotel. Once there, I was again asked for my passport. I began to wonder how much of the itinerary of my travels was being watched by government officials.After placing my bags in my room, my driver, (whose name I learned was Ivan), asked me where I wanted to go. It wasn't a hard decision by any means. I told him that. .I'm getting ahead of myself again. So this feller hands me my card, kinda grinning silly like. "So, do you want to volunteer for the Confederacy?" he asks."I thought they wasn't around anymore," I told him. "I mean, since the North won the War and all." He looked kinda funny, like he was trying not to laugh, but it wouldn't have bothered me none if he had. I've always thought if there were more laughing in this world there'd be a lot less fightin'."No, not that Confederacy," he tells me. "The.