Surviving life, you know?" All too well. I just returned to town and this place a month ago. Some of my stuff is in boxes in the living room." I have ...he clothes on my back and what's in this knapsack. The rest of it was too torn and tattered to take along. I would go shopping but I ran out of money when I bought the plane tickets and paid for the taxi here." A grandmother I never knew I had died and left me this house, a sizable trust fund and a car so if you want something I've got you. "I'll kill them, the pigs!" he spat and leaped up from the seat.She pulled him down. "Now how are you going to accomplish that by yourself, silly?" she cooed at him to calm him. She smiled brightly and ran her lovely hand through her hair. "I'm sure I look terrible, Doug, but it wasn't that bad, really! He tried. He failed. He gave up," she reassured her twenty eight year old husband. "Perhaps he just wanted to find out if I was the type who came across, honey," she suggested."You aren't!" he. They couldn’t stop grinning, trying to act cool, but barely able to control themselves. Me too! Imagine, walking around naked in front of a bunch of fully dressed men, smiling and passing out beers. For a while there I was getting lots of pats on the ass and boobs and even a finger or two in my cunt, and then things began to get a bit more serious. I watched Linda get lifted up onto a picnic table, her ass right on the edge, and two guys holding her spread legs up in the air while a third. His words won them over. His ability to captivate and enthrall the masses. At every speech, he gave them something they had lacked, an audacity of hope. Moreover, because he shared his vision, his crowds grew. Before long, the regular halls were no longer large enough to seat those who wished to hear him. No, only the larger stadiums could hold his fans. The hope for a return to the better years, before the war, a return to more prosperous times. He spoke of a stronger nation, a nation that.