"Michael," dad said. "That isn't entirely appropriate dinner conversation!"As I felt Maggie with her hand back on me again, I said, "Sorry Dad, you're...absolutely correct.I looked at Maggie, who had a faint smile upon her face. She said, "It certainly was an avant-garde production. It represented the fight between man and woman to something as simple as ... the fight over a can opener. It was effective, and I am quite proud of my daughter and her Adam!"I leaned over and gave Amy a kiss.The rest. Please follow me."He led us into a cosy room, with French windows overlooking a well maintained garden, although very little flora due to it being the beginning of December. We sat in comfortable, high backed chairs, and Gemma gazed around with satisfaction etched on her feline shaped face.There were another four tables in the room, most with a only pair of diners, but at a table in prominent position to the side of the French windows were seated at least six people. Gemma gave a gasp of. CONNORAfter a frantic few weeks of apartment hunting, the four of us all finally moved in together. We didn't even wait to unpack before christening the new space with our first orgy, fucking in a sweaty, tangled mess on living room floor.Later that same night, when we were all sitting down for a nice, relaxing meal together, Tracy looked up from her food and asked:"How are we gonna spend Valentine's Day?" I take it you're not asking about which restaurant we're going to?" I asked.She shook her. "Why that pompous, arrogant asshole!" she cried. "Who does he think he is?"Jamie laughed at her reaction."Only the President of the most powerful country in the world sis," he replied, "but I agree, he is arrogant, isn't he?"Jamie closed the message and scrolled down to the third message in his inbox. This one was from [email protected]. He opened it and was once more surprised by what it contained.Highlander,I hope this reaches you and that there are people out there still fighting for.