He'll have to go. Get some one nice." He chuckled ... she giggled."Yes, your Excellency." She whipped out her ever present note pad and pulled a penci... from her hair bun ... her magnificent mane of auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders and tumbled to her butt.'Oh yes, I like this young peasant ... proper respect.' He grinned, 'Nice butt.'"Thank you," he said, 'Daddy always said, "Be nice to the hired help, they know all the secrets."'She asked the Secret Service man his name and ID. She. Cara had woken up shortly after they had left the house and had convinced Laura and Kelly that they should all get up and join the two shutterbugs for breakfast. Kelly had a good idea of how long it would take Todd, even with Ami's help, so after a leisurely cup of tea they had packed up the vitamins they would need on this trip and enough for breakfast time this morning. Laura drove the Elantra while Kelly continued to yawn in the passenger seat trying to reconcile why in God's name she was up. Susie, where do your parents keep the liquor? Would you two like anything while I'm there?" Jennifer turned to look at me over her shoulder. "Jerry, we're only eighteen years old, we're not old enough to drink." My face reddened. "Oh, yes, right," I mumbled, as delicious images of the two beautiful girls using and abusing my body for their recent sexual gratification flitted through my mind. I decided not to go down that road. "The booze cabinet is in the main room, off to the right. Mixer's. The mob determined the theme. To compensate for misery, insecurity, unemployment, and hopelessness, this anonymous assemblage wallowed for hours at a time in obsessions, savagery and license. The personal unhappiness caused by the breakdown of the economy was replaced by a frenzy that demanded victims. By lashing out at their opponents and vilifying the Jews, they gave expression and direction to fierce primal passions.”― Albert Speer, Inside the Third ReichIt is difficult to say if the.