You know?" I made a wanking motion with my hand. "Or I could come over there." He made a failed attempt to get up off the couch, much to my relief. "D...nny, this isn't a good time for me. Lady's stuff and all that." I must be the oldest sexagenarian to still have a period, but I was banking on him not knowing the biology behind the female menstrual cycle. "Oh! Okay." My ruse of an excuse appeared to have worked. "But you could still blow me!" Both of our glasses were empty and when I suggested. But then he found a site that chronicled what was beingcalled the "Bimbo Virus." Quickly scanning the details he reaffirmed thatas long as he didn't have sex for two weeks he'd be fine. Of course if hedid, the effects would double and become permanent."Well, time to stay in and stay safe," he thought. The first order ofbusiness was unplugging his TV, shutting off his phone, and powering downhis computer. He wasn't going to let any temptation come easily. Hetexted his boss saying he had the flu,. The woman was unable to speak coherently and only mumbles came from her. By piecing together the random seeming events in her mind I was able to piece together her identity. The information though had to be found by other means or it would present me with a great many problems. While the rest were giving their reasons for what ailed the woman I went to her clothing and searched through it to get a reason to supply her name.Our resident said, "And what are you doing Mr. Boz? Looking for change?". That was what "the Ruling Class" wanted. The problem was, the Ruling Class was getting old. Old men and old women, steeped in power and privilege, were dying. They were Law Makers and law makers must make laws ... they did.Passing laws that do not apply to themselves ... or their spouses and children.Arranging wars to remove the best of the opposition and doing it under the title of "Duty to God and Country."No Sir..."The people must not be able to defend themselves against their duly elected.