"You haven't even read them so you don't know what you're talkingabout," Aaron told me defiantly.I rolled my eyes at that though Aaron did have a poin.... I couldn'tproperly make fun of his comic books if I didn't even have enoughammunition to use."Fine," I replied. "Let me read one of those then..."For a brief moment, Aaron stared at me as though suspicious, which heprobably had a right to be. Then he grinned, as though he'd just won avictory."Read this one," Aaron insisted, handing me one of. Seeing day-to-day suffering can only hurt an otherwise satisfied mind, can only do damage to a fragile psyche. Even for those who don't feel sorry for the social dropouts who can't find purpose, they can and do feel the pain of their fellow contributing citizens when those good citizens are harmed by the idea of their fellow human beings suffering through debt, prison, social rejection, or meaninglessness.To correct these social harms the Life Plan Correction was implemented. Dropouts, those. I couldn't help but stare and my recently drained penis began to thicken. I shook my head to clear the licentious vision from my mind and walked over to the car."Mom? What are you doing there; let me help," I offered.Mom eased herself out of the confines of the rear seat and turned around. As usual she was wearing full makeup, mom always wore full makeup, even if she was just heading down to the store for a few grocery items. She came from a generation of women who believed they were not. Amy should find this useful." He cut the lengthof fabric from the machine and stuffed it in the bag he was carrying.As he was leaving, he spotted a cabinet in the corner. He opened it upand found it filled with even more clothing. He had to search through itall but finally came up with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt ina women's small. It was stretchy and he figured it would fit Sanura, ifit wasn't too big. He put that in the bag and he and Brok rushed backoutside. Fyrol was heating up.