"You don't mean now do you? You mean after our weekend right?" No Mel, I mean now. I'm going home and I'm going to wait for George to come back to me ...o matter how long it takes." You can't do this to me baby. All night long you have been rubbing my cock and promising that you were going to fuck my brains out. I'm as hard as an iron bar" and he had taken her hand and placed it on his cock and she had rubbed it once before jerking her hand away."I'm sorry Mel, but I can't help you. All the signs. The seventies was easier, not so complicated. T Rex, David Bowie. And you know what, I bet they was all shagging every girl they could get their hands on and nobody cared. Not like today, with Harvey Whatsisname and all the rest. But it’s just men shagging girls what want to be shagged. It’s always happened. They used to joke about “the casting couch”. Me and my mates wouldn’t have objected if David Essex had tried it on. Not very PC I know, but, you know, it’s gone too far the other way. Now. Even if he was younger than he used to be. They all had some drinks at the hotel bar and Charlie even had a man buy her an extra drink. As Barry sat by the pool and tried to hide himself behind his book he soon heard the new Charlie giggling. She and the man she met walked by the poolside and stopped in front of his first floor room where they kissed. "I wonder if Charlie will even want to change back when our passes expires?" Barry wondered as he turned his head so not to be spotted. Inside. “As stated before, I have some announcements. First, for those of you still a little behind the times, my name is Mark Smythe, and I am the Archon. I rule the world now, as every nation on Earth has, through its head of state, surrendered its sovereignty to my person and my Sophia Symposium. The Symposium now operates as the conservator of every country in the world. As its head and chief officer, this gives me full stewardship of every land, every culture, every community, every civilization.