No, that is not the commitment; that is just the American dream. No, my final commitment is that when the time comes, every April 15 th, to pay my tax...s, I will do so with a smile. Taxes are what pay for civilization, said a member of the generation that ended slavery, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. They pay for roads and bridges and sewers and water and police and firemen and garbage collectors and everything else we need to function. So, I will pay those taxes and not complain, because I much. She felt a weird mixture of emotions rising, some combination of a gag reflex, panic, confusion and…..heat. She mentally frowned at that – “Heat?” – she wondered to herself. She was….getting turned on? Carrie hadn’t kissed or touched anybody like this since that boy at the beach four years ago, but she couldn’t deny it either. She could feel her nipples poking against her bra, hard and sensitive, and she could feel her stomach trembling slightly as her pussy dampened with arousal. What in the. That Old Spice cologne he must have bathed in beat out everything with eye-watering force. The look of disappointed disgust on his face was a familiar one. It was a look I returned tenfold. As the guard unlocked the door, I sat there on my steel bench and watched it open. Uncaring that here was my release from the mindless boredom of this stinking cell. Not if it came from this disapproving man dripping in the stench of cheap cologne. ‘Grave robbing, Tomas? Grave Robbing!’ he spat at me as he. ”“Oh yeah, like YOU’VE ever fucked anyone, dork,” said one particularly ‘dickish’ boy.“I’ve fucked four girls in the last two days,” Josh said proudly. “And that number’s only gonna go up.”“I believe you Josh,” said the second boy. “No girl could resist that cock.”“You all seem to be having trouble resisting it,” Josh said, waving the wand. “In fact, it’s making you all go gay. Not for me though, for each-other. You’re all gay for each-other. You all wanna make out and have sex with.