“So, there are no witnesses?” the Count asked rhetorically. “Have you anything more to offer as proof?”“Only my honor,” Sir Jean answered....��Yes, well, that won’t prove anything. Very well,” the Count said, turning to Jacques le Gris, “What say you, Le Gris? Did you force yourself upon Jean’s wife, Lady Marguerite on the 18th of January or any other time?”“Of course not!” he replied angrily. “I have never forced myself on any woman. This is just an angry attack by my former friend who blames me. S. President.He was the closest thing they ever got to having a real black man as President of the U.S.He played the sax.He smoked weed.He had his way with ugly white women.Even now? Look at him ... His wife works, and he doesn’t! And, he gets a check from the government every month.Campbell Corporation announced today that they will be stocking America’s shelves this week with “Clinton Soup,” it consists primarily of a weenie in hot water.Chrysler Corporation is adding a new car to its line up. ’ he whispered. ‘I know.’ she replied, her hand rising up from where it lay by her side to stroke his cheek, the stubble rough against her fingers. ‘I know.’ Bending his head he kissed the tip of her breast before taking the hard dark nipple into his mouth and nibbling, hearing her gasp and arch her back, not in passion but as if in pain he Lifted his head, looking down at her with a quizzical look. ‘Did I hurt you?’ Smiling to reassure him she shook her head slightly, ‘No, it’s just that I’m a. Because, I have trouble getting my dick hard, it wouldn't get hard for her and when I try to jack off, I never could get off like that. You remember when I was a teenager and you always said to me, "What's taking you so long in your room and why are you look so pissed off!" that's why sis."I said giggling, "Yeah, you always did look kind of frustrated and pissed off, I just couldn't figure out why." I turned my head and rolled the window down, I tossed my cigarette out it. Then I turned and.