An Alaskan Fisherman's take on Palin

A fed up Republican Alaskan fisherman's take on Sarah Palin...

1- Democrats forget when Palin was the Darling of the Democrats, because as soon as she took the Governor's office away from a fellow Republican and tough SOB Frank Murkowski she tore into the Republican's "Corrupt Bastards Club" (CBC) and sent them packing. Many of them are now residing in State housing and wearing orange jump suits. The Democrats reacted by skipping around the yard, throwing confetti and singing "la la la la" (well, you know how they are). Name another governor [of either party] in this country that has ever done anything similar.

2- Now with the CBC gone, there were fewer Alaskan politicians to protect the huge, giant oil companies here. So she constructed and enacted a new system of splitting the oil profits called "ACES." Exxon (the biggest corporation in the world) protested and Sarah told them, "don't let the door hit you in the stern on your way out." They stayed, and Alaska residents went from being merely wealthy to being wealthier. Of course, the other huge international oil companies meekly fell in line.

Again, give me the name of any other governor in the country that has done anything similar. Each person that lives in Alaska gets between $1200-$2000 per year for living there [Its called the Permanent Fund Annual Dividend]. What do VA. Governors give you? Answer: a closed rest stop.

Now try to name anything Obama accomplished while a senator?

3- The other thing she did when she walked into the governor's office is she got the list of Alaska’s requests for federal funding for projects, known as "pork." She went through the list, took 85% of them and placed them in the "when-hell-freezes-over" stack. She let locals know that if we need something built, we'll pay for it ourselves. Maybe she figured she could use the money she got from selling the previous governor's jet because it was extravagant. Maybe she could use the money she saved by dismissing the governor's cook (remarking that she could cook for her own family), giving back the State vehicle issued to her, maintaining that she already had a car, and dismissing her State provided security force (never mentioning - I imagine - that she's packing heat herself).

I'm still waiting to hear the names of those other governors.

4- Now, even with her much-ridiculed "gosh and golly" mannerism, she also managed to put together a totally new approach to getting a natural gas pipeline built which will be the biggest private construction project in the history of North America. No one else could do it although they tried. If that doesn't impress you, then you're trying too hard to be unimpressed while watching her do things like this while baking up a batch of brownies with her other hand.

5- For 30 years, Exxon held a lease to do exploratory drilling at a place called Point Thompson. They made excuses the entire time why they couldn't start drilling. In truth they were holding it like an investment. No governor for 30 years could make them get started. This summer, she told them she was revoking their lease and kicking them out. They protested and threatened court action. She shrugged and reminded them that she knew the way to the courthouse. Alaska won again.

6- President Obama wants the nation to be on 25% renewable resources for electricity by 2025. Sarah went to the legislature and submitted her plan for Alaska to be at 50% renewables by 2025. Alaska is already at 25%. I can give you more specifics about things done, as opposed to style and persona. Everybody wants to be cool, sound cool, look cool. But that's just a cover-up.

I'm still waiting to hear from liberals the names of other governors who can match what mine has done in [just] two and a half years. I won't be holding my breath.

By the way, she was content to return to AK after the national election and go to work, but the haters wouldn't let her. Now, these adolescent screechers are obviously not scuba divers. No one ever taught them what happens when you continually jab and pester a 'barracuda'. Without warning, it will spin around and tear your face off. They shoulda known better.

You have just read the truth about Sarah Palin that sends the [biased] media, along with the democrat party, into a wild uncontrolled frenzy to discredit her. I guess they are only interested in skirt chasers, dishonesty, immoral people, liars, womanizers, murderers, bitter ex-presidents' wives, homosexuals, or current President and his wife and staff.

So "You go, Girl." I only wish the men in Washington had your guts, determination, honesty, and morals.

I rest my case. Only FOOLS listen to the biased media.

Dewie Whetsell

A letter from a 95 year old vet

Dear President Obama,

My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year. People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.

I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate. Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor , allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.

One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man.

So here goes.

I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish.

I can't figure out what country you are the president of.

You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like:

" We're no longer a Christian nation"

" America is arrogant" - (Your wife even

announced to the world," America is mean-

spirited. " Please tell her to try preaching

that nonsense to 23 generations of our

war dead buried all over the globe who

died for no other reason than to free a

whole lot of strangers from tyranny and

hopelessness.)

I'd say shame on the both of you, but I don't think you like America, nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do, for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.

After 9/11 you said," America hasn't lived up to her ideals."

Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British? Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War? I hope you didn't mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for inWWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom.

I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.

Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man.

Shape up and start acting like an American. If you don't, I'll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue . You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.

And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts , who was putting up a fight? You don't mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.

One more thing. I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life, but you're the Commander-in-Chief now, son. Do your job. When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him. But if you're not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you're thinking of.

You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president.

You're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That's not our greatest threat. Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now.

And I sure as hell don't want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle.

Sincerely,

Harold B. Estes

"What's Happened?" WE FIGURED HIM OUT WE FIGURED HIM OUT! By Ben Stein Why is President Barack Obama in such a hurry to get his socialized medicine bill passed? Because he and his cunning circle realize some basic truths: The American people in their unimaginable kindness and trust voted for a pig in a poke in 2008. They wanted so much to believe Barack Obama was somehow better and different from other ultra-leftists that they simply took him on faith. They ignored his anti-white writings in his books. They ignored his quiet acceptance of hysterical anti-American diatribes by his minister, Jeremiah Wright. They ignored his refusal to explain years at a time of his life as a student. They ignored his ultra-left record as a "community organizer," Illinois state legislator, and Senator. The American people ignored his total zero of an academic record as a student and teacher, his complete lack of scholarship when he was being touted as a scholar. Now, the American people are starting to wake up to the truth. Barack Obama is a super likeable super leftist, not a fan of this country, way, way too cozy with the terrorist leaders in theMiddle East , way beyond naïveté, all the way into active destruction of our interests and our allies and our future. The American people have already awakened to the truth that the stimulus bill -- a great idea in theory -- was really an immense bribe to Democrat interest groups, and in no way an effort to help all Americans. Now, Americans are waking up to the truth that ObamaCare basically means that every time you are sick or injured, you will have a clerk from the Department of Motor Vehicles telling your doctor what he can and cannot do. The American people already know that Mr. Obama's plan to lower health costs while expanding coverage and bureaucracy is a myth, a promise of something that never was and never will be -- a bureaucracy lowering costs in a free society. Either the costs go up or the free society goes away. These are perilous times.. Mrs. Hillary Clinton, our Secretary of State, has given Iran the go-ahead to have nuclear weapons, an unqualified betrayal of the nation. Now, we face a devastating loss of freedom at home in health care. It will be joined by controls on our lives to "protect us" from global warming, itself largely a fraud if believed to be caused by man. Mr. Obama knows Americans are getting wise and will stop him if he delays at all in taking away our freedoms. There is his urgency and our opportunity. Once freedom is lost, America is lost. Wake up, beloved America. Ben Stein is a writer, actor, economist, and lawyer living in Beverly Hills and Malibu. He writes "Ben Stein's Diary" for every issue of The American Spectator. They may have ruined my country and yours. You must as an American FORWARD this to all, or you will wake up one morning and your freedoms are no longer there. http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/figured.asp

Video Review: The Ugly Truth

Video: The Ugly Truth

Last night we watched a video titled “The Ugly Truth. It is deservedly R-rated, but only because of the theme and verbiage. No explicit displays are shown. I missed them.

The theme of the movie is that men and women are attracted to each other for reasons they often cannot comprehend. In fact people, couples, seem to resent the seemingly natural fact that opposites attract.

I was in my Snuggy, which I adore. I can be naked under its soft snuggling, nurturing warmth, and still use the remote and eat my M&Ms! And touch myself.

I digress.

The two main characters are a woman control freak and a swashbuckling rover. Opposites, like I said. Clearly destined to break each other’s hearts. Clearly!

The movie is nicely written and worth seeing as a couple. It will give you something to talk about together besides the tired trivia of most dates and marriages.

I recommend it for men, women, and couples. It will peek into your heart and make you laugh, cringe, and nod your head knowingly.

I rate it a 7.2 With some appropriate sex scenes it would have been an 8 or above. The only thing that came close was one of the character’s naked buttocks. Standing outside. In public. In front of a woman that is hanging upside down from a tree, her panties visible to the whole world. (MMMMMMMMM!) There are some darling situational shots like one where a woman is wearing the vibrating panties and some kid is toying with the remote control. In public. In a high class restaurant. In front of some high-fallootin executives she needs to impress.

Having read Dok’s story about the remote-control vibrating egg, I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair. I came seven times last night after the movie. Three during. Snuggy . . .

Racial McCarthyism

I am so tired of the racial McCarthyism that is running rampant right now in our country. Any person that is NOT black cannot even speak regarding ANYthing that could POSSIBLY be twisted or stretched to POSSIBLY be meant to be denigrating.

I have listened to so many misconstrued, misquoted, made up crap in the last six months that I am about to puke!

Sorry if this sounds like sour grapes, but good god! I have watched friends that do not have a racial bone in their body accused of horrendous stuff. And once it gets out there, it is too late to stop it from ruining people's lives.

It is no different than some angry woman accusing an innocent male of something that is illegal. If a woman says it about a man, the law takes it as truth. And that male's life is then ruined!

This is insanity!

Throw the bums out!

Charley Reese has been a journalist for 49 years. He is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.

545 PEOPLE
By Charlie Reese

"Politicians" are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.

Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?

Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?

You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does.

You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.

You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.

You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.

You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.

One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.

I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.

I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes. Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.

What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.

The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president,
can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.

It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists
is what they want to exist.

If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.

If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red.

If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ, it's because they want them in IRAQ.

If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because "they" want it that way.

There are no unsolvable government problems.

Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics", that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.

They, and they alone, have the power.

They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.

Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees...

We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!

Pride Before a Fall

Pride Before a Fall
Copyright Deni Wom 2009

So I am on the first night of my new job, full of high hopes and good wishes, and this guy runs his hand up my inner thigh as I am taking his order! I was too shocked to react instantly. My mouth fell open as I stared down at him, his face turned up to look at me, gauging my reaction. I froze. In a heartbeat, he had the crotch of my panties pulled aside and was pressing his finger into my opening! I was mortified!

No one has ever touched me there other than my female doctor, my parents when I was a baby, and my husband. I only touch myself there when I am bathing, and never to derive pleasure from it.

He was sawing in and out of me with two fingers now, grinning lasciviously.

I have to admit that I was pretty much a goodie-two-shoes most of my life. I used to complain if my husband wanted sex more often than I wanted it. And I didn’t want it very often, rarely more than once every other week, at most. And I had SO many excuses thought up to put him off.

Looking back, I cannot believe the excuses I used to come up with to put my poor husband off. I could instantly throw a huge convincing fit about something too, if wanted to be the proverbial beeotch, or just wasn’t in the mood to allow him his marital rights.

And would I EVER suckle on his thing? NO WAY! I am a prude and I work hard at staying that way.
Just like my mom, admittedly.

And I had never yet had an orgasm. Nor did I care if I ever would.

But, well, as we all know, the economy went to hell in a hand basket and our two incomes were no longer enough. So we both agreed to take second jobs; night jobs so we could limp along with our reduced daytime income. Our hours had been cut and we had both taken a cut in pay rather than get laid off.

A friend from church, Micki, told me about her job. She excitedly described how much she made in tips every single night, on top of her wages. She told me that a job had just come open there, and that the job paid darned good money too. I agreed to go apply.

I met her at six o’clock at “The Mask” nightclub. I was a bit put off by the name. But the manager was a very nice man, and quite cute, and my age plus maybe a year or two or three or four. Since the club had not yet really opened for the evening, I couldn’t get a preview of the things that happened at the establishment. I did like the décor, subtle and classy, wonderfully cohesive colors. And I liked Mr. Manager, and I liked my friend Micki, and I liked the money they were both promising me. So even though my intuition told me that it was possibly a bit more risqué than my normal life, I agreed to work there, to take a leap of faith, fantasizing about the new clothes and shoes I could buy with the extra money. Mr. Manager, I think his name was Tom . . . or something like that, explained that no one would know it was me working there because everyone, men and women, employees and patrons, all wore masks. He showed me the high-necked blouses and just above the knee length skirts all the waitresses wore. They were a bit tighter and more form fitting than I was used to wearing, particularly in the bust and hips, but I am proud of how nice a shape I have and didn’t feel like I would feel too exposed. Not for the money I would earn.

I didn’t tell my husband where I was going to be working. The place’s name sounded a bit sensual to me, I think, so I stayed mum about it. I just told him I would be waitressing, serving drinks and cleaning tables, that sort of thing. His new job started the same night and he didn’t go into detail about it either.

I arrived on time, put on my pretty high-necked button-up white stretchy crinoline blouse, tugged my black tight-at-the-hips skirt on over my white cotton panties, looked in the mirror to make any final adjustments, then went out to start my new job. Micki knows I like Kailua and Cream. She had one waiting for me when I walked up to the bar.

“Bottoms up, sweetheart!” she toasted. My friend from church drank her double jigger of whiskey straight down. For some reason I did the same. That creamy Kailua drink is so smooth . . . . and there is no after bite. My kind of drink, weenie that I am. I headed out onto the floor to take my very first order.

A very cute couple was seated at my first table. They looked expectantly at me as I walked toward them. Although they wore masks, he looked to be very masculine and she very feminine. I have no idea why I noticed that. They both looked unabashedly at me clad in my too-tight stretchy top and skirt. The woman giggled as she indiscreetly stared at my boobs.

For some reason I found myself thinking that I was proud of my girls. My boobs, that is. I wear a tight C-cup, and they are perky, if I do say so myself, according to the mirror and my too-horny husband. They kept checking me out as I fastidiously wrote their order. I have very good penmanship, and I take great pride in others being able to read what I write. I was focusing hard on writing when I felt “that something” touch my inner thigh above my hemline, then flutter up my leg toward my unmentionables. As I said before, his finger expertly invaded my inner sanctum and plundered my innocence. Then two digits opened me further. Suddenly he had three in me! I was still standing there too shocked to move or protest.

The pad of his thumb began to touch my nubbin each time he thrust up into my core. I refused to admit to myself that it felt good. But I was trembling! Then he took his hand away, his thick fingers left me. He turned to his friend and put his sullied fingers on her lips, then into her mouth. She suckled gleefully, her eyes staring into his with great reverence and delight.
I just stood there staring at them. My panties were still pulled aside from where they should be. I could feel the coolness of the air conditioning, as it seemed to whisper by my core. I was still trembling. I felt a sudden shiver run through me as well. My legs were weak. I tried to turn and go, but I ran smack into Micki. A whole tray full of drinks covered my front.

I looked down and it was as though I was nude! The liquids made both my blouse and my bra nearly transparent! I was mortified, especially while all the hoots and cat calls and wolf whistles filled the place. My nipples were hard as pebbles and very obvious in their newly drenched state. I could feel liquid running down my front and across my still exposed vaginal lips.
I fled to the dressing room, sobbing.






Micki followed me into the dressing room, apologizing all the way. I was so disoriented that I just stood there next to my locker and stared at her, unable to comprehend that I had been so compromised in such a short time. A whole room full of people had just witnessed a stranger sticking his fingers inside me, and then, for goodness sake, letting his girlfriend taste his fingers???!!!!!!

My eyes traveled to the mirror that hung on the wall and I saw that, indeed, my boobs appeared to be nearly naked. And my nipples were very visible, and very hard. The liquids in the beverages had made my clothing nearly invisible. I cupped my boobs in my hands trying to shield them from Micki’s eyes, and from my own eyes, I suppose. Micki was not looking at them, but I still felt horribly exposed. I was soaked all the way through my panties.

In fact, Micki was busy looking for other clothing for me to wear for the rest of the night, bless her heart. I quickly washed out my panties and bra then held them in front of the blow-dryer to dry them quickly. Micki found some clothing that looked a lot like the ones that had gotten drenched when I was so clumsy. At least they were the same color as the others, white top, crinoline, and a black skirt. Micki helped me strip off the wet stuff and then toweled me dry, around my protective arms and hands of course. I had my arm shielding my top and my other hand covering my woman part.

I was sticky as could be. Micki got a wet towel and started washing me. I was still very sticky “down there” when she got done, so I made her look the other way and cleaned myself there too.

I still felt sticky and dirty, but I felt enough better that I decided I could return to work. Someone yelled through the door that they needed us back out there so I really hurried, not even bothering to really look at myself in the mirror as I rushed back out. They felt a little tighter than the previous ones.

I returned to the place by the kitchen where I was supposed to put in my orders to the cooks, turned in that first order, the one where the man had touched me so rudely, then hurried back out to my assigned tables. I took orders from two more tables, turned them in, cleared three tables. They were quickly filled with people, all of them masked of course.
The food for my first order came up and I rushed it out to the couple. She had her hand in his lap and was toying with his man thing!!!!!!! She had it out of his trousers and was playing with it!!!!

I about died! I think I stared at it. I don’t know how long. I only remember that I compared it in size and length to my husband’s, the only other one I had seen.

“I think she likes it baby!” the woman said as they stared at me staring at her hand on his . . .thing.
The man chuckled. “You liked how she tasted too, didn’t you baby?” They both chuckled, both still watching me as I stared dumfounded at what she was doing to him in a public place.

“Want to touch my husband’s cock, honey?” the woman asked lightheartedly.

“Oh GOODNESS!” I said, not believing she had really asked me that. Or that she was playing with him. I mean, I never play with my husband’s thing even when we are alone! Why would she want to do such a thing? For goodness sake! In public?
I tore my eyes away from his lap and set their food down; then rushed off to get another order, my head still filled with the vision of her enjoying touching his . . . thing.

At my next table were three women. And THEY all stared at my boobs! What was it about this place? Everyone was into staring at me tonight! Even women were staring at my boobs!

I took their order, two of them being straight and giving me an order for food, but the third one, a tiny little woman, told me she wanted me for dinner. Good GRIEF!

And so the night went, until my first order, the one that was playing with her husband’s thing, left after eating, but gave me a hundred dollar tip!

Now a hundred dollars is more than I make in my real job in two days! Thereafter I tried hard to maintain my pissy attitude, but to be honest, I didn’t feel nearly as out of sorts after I saw that hundred dollar bill.

At the end of the night I counted my tips and I had made over four hundred dollars in tips! In one night I had made more money that I did at my real job in a whole week!

Jason was already home when I got there. I was flying as high as a kite in springtime! Four hundred smackeroos! On top of my wages!

I pecked my husband “Hi” and headed for the bedroom to change into my night clothes. I like to sleep in long flannel jimmies that come up high on my neck so I stay warm even if there is a draft. I didn’t realize that Jason had followed me down the hallway and into our bedroom. I shucked off my skirt and pulled down my panties. I just happened to look down at them as I was pulling them down my thighs.

They were SOAKED! They were so wet they were translucent, like my blouse had been earlier.

Jason was sniffing the air.

He stepped over to where I was and looked down at what I was staring at.

“Dang baby, you’re really wet! I have never seen you wet before,” he said in a wondering voice.

I could feel my cheeks burning. I tried to pop back a real burner at him, but when I started to say it, I turned my head to look at him and he kissed me full force! His hand went to my “down there” and he stuck his finger right where that other man had put his! His finger slipped right in.

“DANG!” he said.

For the first time in my life, it felt good to be touched there.

No, it felt better than good. I wanted it. I had heard my girlfriends talk about being ‘hot and bothered’ before, but I had no clue what they meant, until right then! It was suddenly clear what they meant.

I was truly ‘Hot and BOTHERED!’

Without me even thinking about it, I spread my thighs a little wider apart to let my shocked husband touch me more!
I must have unbuckled Jason’s trousers, cause both of his hands were on me. And he was already erect. And he wasted no time putting his erection into me. Down there! And I liked it!

For the first time in my life, I liked it!

He reached around and put his hands on my boobs and massaged them. That felt good too. I could not clear the image of that woman’s hand stroking that man’s . . . thing. It was so much larger than the one that was inside me right then. I realized I was pretending that ‘that guy’s’ member was the one poking into me.

My husband, as usual, only took a few strokes to sully me down there. Then he slid off me and was snoring in seconds. And I was still lying there, gasping for air, my hips actually moving up and down even though he was no longer on top of me.
I never move my hips when he does that to me! But I had tonight, and I was lying there wishing he would climb back on my bandwagon and strike up another tune!

It took me till almost sunup to get to sleep, and then it was filled with dreams of that man’s member being touched by his wife’s hand, and me touching him too. I could see my wedding ring on my hand as I toyed with and fondled him.

I woke up very wet, and very hot and bothered. My husband had gone to play golf with his buddies.

I had never before felt like I did that morning.

I had to be at work at nine that night. And I found myself looking forward to it, oddly enough!




As I showered, knowing how moist my body was, I felt as if I really should spend a bit of time cleansing her. After all, nothing smells worse than a woman’s dirty body. So I did try to carefully clean her without getting too far into it. But for some reason my fingers this morning felt so darned good! Oh so good! I had to force myself to stop touching me there.

I was visibly trembling as I dried off. Even my legs were shaky. But I briskly toweled off being mean to her down there with the towel so that I would not be further tempted to console her.

I smelled nice and clean when I got done, pulling my white cotton hip-covering panties on. I quickly put on my bra so that I would not have to look at my uncharacteristically protruding nipples. I hate it when my nipples stick out and dimple my blouse. Makes me feel like I am a horny woman or something equally despicable.

I worked hard cleaning the house most of the day, refusing to remember just how moist I had been, and how good it had felt as I washed myself, or how my nipples had tried to show.

Another struggle resulted when I took my shower just before heading off to work as well. Jason had not returned from golf game all day, so I suspect he had also gone to a friend’s house to watch some stupid sporting event. What is it with men? How can they enjoy watching other grown men try to maim each other over and over and over? They need to enjoy reading a good book or talking to their friends, or something like that, like us women do. When will they learn? Silly Neanderthals!

Micki was already there working when I arrived. She grinned at me as I traipsed toward the locker room. Some guy was groping her bottom as she stood there taking their order. As usual, the guy’s girlfriend was watching what he was doing. The woman was running the tip of her tongue along her upper lips as she watched her male partner. I quickly reminded myself of how many tips I had received the night before.
As I walked into the locker room, I noticed I had arrived a little later than I intended, so I had very little time to change if I was going to be on time. I hurried to my locker and began to quickly change into my uniform. I was down to my bra and panties when I looked up and Mr. Manager, what was his name? Tom! That’s it. Anyway, he was standing there watching me as I dressed! The pervert!

I screamed and covered myself with my hands and tried to turn away. All the awful man said was, “You better hurry Cheri, you got here a little late tonight. You have to be changed and on the floor by your shift time, not a minute later. The other girls count on getting off on time, you know! And it is best if you are here soon enough to get the verbal handoff from whoever you are relieving.”

When I looked around he was gone.

And my stupid nipples were hard again. Darn it! I tried to ignore them, but they were not cooperating at all. By the time I was fully dressed, I could still see their peaks on the front of my white crinoline blouse. And I was moist again. Curses! I hate walking when I am moist like that! Makes my hips feel like they are swaying while I walk.

Was it my imagination or was my skirt a little higher than last night? I wasn’t sure. It felt like it might be though.
Micki met me at the bar and we quickly downed our ceremonial start-of-shift drink, her whisky and my Kailua crème. Love those things!

Micki smiled conspiratorially at me as I swallowed the smoothness of the crème, then she patted my bum as we parted to start our assigned nightly duties. “Go get ‘em, sweet thing!” she murmured under her breath. Her breast brushed my arm as we passed. Her nipple was hard too.

My first table was three women. They ignored me, not even looking at me as they kibitzed back and forth as they ordered. I felt slightly affronted, but rationalized that they owed me nothing.

For some reason I had noticed the breast sizes and shapes of all three. What was wrong with me? I was highly embarrassing to say the least.

As the evening wore on, I fell into a rhythm that felt good. About half way though the night, I took the order of a woman that was sitting alone. She smiled up at me then deliberately looked at my boobs. Then her eyes traveled to my ‘down there’ part and she held her gaze. Finally her eyes came back to mine and she winked at me. I could feel my cheeks turn red and heat up.

My stupid nipples got hard! What is with my darned nipples lately?

As I walked away, it was obvious that I was also moist again. My hips were swiveling as I walked back toward the kitchen. I consciously made sure my hips did not swivel any more.

A couple was kissing hot and heavy at my next table. The woman soulfully looked up at me as I stepped up to their table. They disengaged and the woman smiled up at me. She had gorgeous eyes, deep blue, almost lavender. I felt my darned nipples getting hard again. Suddenly a finger touched my nubbin. I jumped almost out of my skin. When I came back down, his finger rubbed her hard.

I groaned.

How could I do that? Groan because I was being assaulted in public? ‘I am pathetic!’ I told myself.

I could feel his gentle ministrations on my nubbin as I stood there trying my best to write legibly. I was castigating myself at the same time I was reminding myself how big a tip I would get for letting him do that.

I didn’t move my hips and he continued to toy with me there. I could feel myself begin to tremble. The woman smiled at me, her gorgeous eyes staring at me as I permitted her man to fondle my private part. I was feeling such a ‘S’! I knew my cotton panties were now translucent. Again. I finished painstakingly writing their order on my order pad, and then smiled warmly at the couple. I would not and could not admit to myself that I had deliberately taken longer to write their order than I really needed to.

“Anything else I can get for you?” I asked in my best waitressing voice, blushing nonetheless.

My nipples were hard, my tummy felt like it had butterflies in it, and my pat grin was faltering. I was so moist that I thought I could feel it transferring through my cotton panties onto my thighs. ‘Is that my scent?’ I asked myself, ashamed of having let myself take so much pleasure in being touched.

The woman and man looked at the dimples poking from my blouse, and said simultaneously, “Definitely!” He leaned over and kissed my tummy.

I knew what they meant, and I felt a new blush of heat course through my private parts.





Micki had been watching me as I struggled to maintain my sanity. My brain was slowly losing its ability to sustain my resistance to the soft touches and the sensual caresses. She grinned as she saw me slowly losing my grip on my resistance to the seductive smiles and flirtations.

Tom my boss was also watching me. His eyes saw through my shell of ‘goody two shoes’ and knew I was rapidly being seduced into submitting to the money as a reward for allowing people to touch me.

I must have lost my focus, because one minute I was standing by their table and taking their order in my meticulous handwriting, and the next I was sitting on the man’s lap, his pink thing sticking up between my thighs. And I don’t know how, but my hand was touching his thing, its helmety head part. I was staring at my hand as it slowly moved up and down on his hard thing. It was pressing against my body down there. I could feel its heat. I could feel its velvety hardness. I watched a drop of dew ooze out of its tiny hole. My finger touched the drop and then swirled it around the helmet. Another drop appeared and again I coated his helmet. It suddenly erupted in white foaming spurts. My hand was covered, my skirt was ruined, my blouse was spotted, and I didn’t even care.

There were hands toying with my nipples too, tugging on them and gently twisting them as I stared at my hand doing unmentionable things. I licked the back of my hand and tasted the salty cream.

I felt a hand slide within my clingy top. It slid up my tummy and then cupped me. The thumb and forefinger found my stiff nipple and again began to toy with it.

A man picked me up and laid me gently on the tabletop. His hands softly slid my skirt up above my hips. I can’t believe I raised my hips to allow him to do it. And he then slid my white cotton panties back down, and I raised my hips to let him do that too.

I watched his eyes as he stared at my utter nakedness. Why was I letting these strangers do this to me?

His finger touched me there.

A woman’s hands pulled my blouse over my head, and then quickly unfastened my stiff bra. I was naked now, in public, and everyone was looking at my breasts, and down there too. I kept thinking that only my husband and my girlfriends, well, and my doctor, had seen my body before. But now everyone was looking at me, and a woman’s hands were playing with me. She leaned down and suckled on my nipples.

I could not say no.

I didn’t want to say no.

I wanted to be taken and used and enjoyed, and to enjoy their plundering of my body!

A finger entered me.

It toyed inside me as everyone watched the hand moving in and out. Another finger joined it. The fingers turned flat ways and began to pump up and down inside my opening. The hand was quite rough in there. The fingers pushed hard, up onto what ever it was that was making me feel as if I might explode!

I was moaning.

I was groaning.

My whole body felt like it was hot.

I was pushing my hips against the hand that was inside me. My hips were working up and down.

I couldn’t breath.

I couldn’t see.

I screamed as I lost control of my whole body.

I heard someone say “She’s squirting!”

I heard someone say, “OH MY GOD! LOOK!”

I heard a deep voice say “I’ve got to have some of that!”

I felt a thick hard velvety implement slide inside me down there. It slid farther and farther into me until I was sure it could slide no farther. I could see nothing. I was feeling only lust. I was feeling only that thick gorgeous impalement that was filling me to the brim. It pumped in and out of me, making my whole body crave its plundering.

People started chanting, “Fuck her cunt fuck her cunt!” I could see only red tinged darkness as my hips seemed to meet his hips half way.

Other people started chanting “Cum in her, cum in her, cum in her!”

I knew they meant that they wanted the man to expend his wetness inside me, but I could not stop myself from humping up onto him.

I forced myself to look at the man that was enjoying my body.

He was huge.

He was well built.

He was coal black.

His eyes were smiling at me.

I looked down at where we joined and he was huge and he was long and he was thick.

And my body was accepting all of him.

I vaguely realized that he was not wearing anything on his thick long blackness.

I vaguely realized that I was not on the pill, or any other sort of protection.

I looked at him.

I said “Cum in me. Cum in me please cum in me!”

He grinned and then began to pound me harder. “Are you ready to take my black seed baby?” he asked, his face beginning to grimace.

I screamed “FUCK MY WHITE MARRIED CUNT, CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY MARRIED CUNT!”

He slammed deeply into me and I heard myself scream. He grunted loudly and long. He held his quivering prick in my white married cunt as he filled me with his sperm.

My whole body was racking in delirium.

“She’s squirting again!” everyone gasped.

I don’t remember anything after that.



My husband looked up from his book as I staggered in the front door. “How was work tonight, honey?” he asked as his eyes roamed up and down my body.

I just walked on into the bedroom.

He followed me in.

He sniffed. “Dang!” he muttered.

He caught my hands and held them beside me. “Let me undress you baby,” he said.

He knelt in front of me and raised my dress. He could see that I had no panties on. He ran his ringer along my thigh, gathering whatever it was that was running down it. He glanced up at my face as I stared down at him, my heart in my throat.
He pushed me back onto the bed and raised my legs, spreading them wide apart as he stared at what used to be my chasteness.

He leaned forward and began to cleanse my sloppy gaping opening with his tongue and mouth.

I began to shudder again. I shuddered for what might have been hours. I lost track of time. When I finally fluttered back to earth, my husband had himself deep inside me, his much smaller member pumping me for all he was worth.

“Dang your wet baby, and so darned full of cum! How many screwed you tonight?” he grunted. My husband added his own wetness into my sodden pool of man juices, then fell on top of me gasping for breath.



I still work at ‘The Mask’. I provide a full evening’s entertainment for all the guests. And my husband still cleans me when I cum home after work, then fills me with his own ardor.

I enjoy my life now. And I no longer care what my mother thinks of me. Did I lose my pride? Or did I simply lose my inhibitions?

I now cum easily, and that makes it all worthwhile.

Interesting Perspective on Obama

Dr. Charles Krauthammer


Dr. Krauthammer is on Fox News. He is an M.D. and a lawyer and is paralyzed from the neck down. A friend went to hear Charles Krauthammer. He listened with 25 others in a closed room. What he says here, is NOT 2nd-hand but 1st. The ramifications are staggering for us, our children and their children.

Last Monday was a profound evening, hearing Dr. Charles Krauthammer spoke to the Center for the American Experiment. He is brilliant intellectual, seasoned & articulate. He is forthright and careful in his analysis, and never resorts to emotions or
personal insults. He is NOT a fear monger nor an extremist in his comments and views. He is a fiscal conservative, and has received a Pulitzer Prize for writing. He is a frequent contributor to Fox News and writes weekly for the Washington Post. The entire room was held spellbound during his talk.

We are living in uncharted waters economically and internationally.

Summary of his comments:

1. Mr. Obama is a very intellectual, charming individual. He is not to be underestimated. He is a cool customer who doesn't show his emotions. It's very hard to know what's behind the mask. The taking down of the Clinton dynasty by a political neophyte was an amazing accomplishment. The Clintons still do not understand what hit them. Obama was in the perfect place at the perfect time.

2. Obama has political skills comparable to Reagan and Clinton. He has a way of making you think he's on your side, agreeing with your position, while doing the opposite. Pay no attention to what he SAYS; rather, watch what he DOES!


3. Obama has a ruthless quest for power. He did not come to Washington to make something out of himself, but rather to change everything, including dismantling capitalism. He can't be straightforward on his ambitions, as the public would not go along. He has a heavy hand, and wants to level the playing field with income redistribution and punishment to the achievers of society. He would like to model the USA to Great Britain or Canada .

4.. His three main goals are to control ENERGY, PUBLIC EDUCATION, and NATIONAL HEALTHCARE by the Federal government. He doesn't care about the auto or financial services industries, but got them as an early bonus. The cap and trade
will add costs to everything and stifle growth. Paying for FREE college education is his goal. Most scary is his healthcare program, because if you make it FREE and add 46,000,000 people to a Medicare-type single-payer system, the costs will go through the roof. The only way to control costs is with massive RATIONING of services, like in Canada. God forbid!

5. He has surrounded himself with mostly far-left academic types. No one around him has ever even run a candy store. But they are going to try and run the auto, financial, banking and other industries. This obviously can't work in the long run. Obama is not a socialist; rather he's a far-left secular progressive bent on nothing short of revolution. He ran as a moderate, but will govern from the hard left. Again, watch what he does, not what he says.

6. Obama doesn't really see himself as President of the United States, but more as a ruler over the world. He sees himself above it all, trying to orchestrate & coordinate various countries and their agendas. He sees moral equivalency in all cultures. His apology tour in Germany and England was a prime example of how he sees America, as an imperialist nation that has been arrogant, rather than a great noble nation that has at times made errors. This is the first President ever who has chastised our allies and appeased our enemies!

7. He is now handing out goodies. He hopes that the bill (and pain) will not come due until after he is reelected in 2012. He would like to blame all problems on Bush from the past, and hopefully his successor in the future. He has a huge ego, and Dr. Krauthammer believes he is a narcissist.

8. Republicans are in the wilderness for a while, but will emerge strong. Republicans are pining for another Reagan, but there will never be another like him. Krauthammer believes Mitt Romney, Tim Pawlenty & Bobby Jindahl (except for his terrible speech in February) are the future of the party. Newt Gingrich is brilliant, but has baggage. Sarah Palin is sincere and intelligent, but needs to really be seriously boning up on facts and info if she is to be a serious candidate in the future. We need to return to the party of lower taxes, smaller government, personal responsibility, strong national defense, and state's rights.

9. The current level of spending is irresponsible and outrageous. We are spending trillions that we don't have. This could lead to hyperinflation, depression or worse. No country has ever spent themselves into prosperity. The media is giving Obama, Reid and Pelosi a pass because they love their agenda. But eventually the bill will come due and people will realize the
huge bailouts didn't work, nor will the stimulus package.These were trillion-dollar payoffs to Obama's allies, unions and the Congress to placate the left, so he can get support for #4 above.

10. The election was over in mid-September when Lehman brothers failed, fear and panic swept in, we had an unpopular President, and the war was grinding on indefinitely without a clear outcome. The people are in pain, and the mantra of change caused people to act emotionally. Any Dem would have won this election; it was surprising it was as close as it was.

11. In 2012, if the unemployment rate is over 10%, Republicans will be swept back into power. If it's under 8%, the Dems continue to roll. If it's between 8-10%, it will be a dogfight. It will all be about the economy. I hope this gets you really thinking about what's happening in Washington and Congress. There is a left-wing revolution going on, according to Krauthammer, and he encourages us to keep the faith and join the loyal resistance. The work will be hard, but we're right on most issues and can reclaim our country, before it's far too late.