Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. When I was all naked and standing as a treat in front of them, they asked me to turn around and show my ass to them. After showing them my back, I was asked to bend down and spread my butt cheeks to show them. I was doing everything I was asked. It was followed by bending down to show them my boobs.It was followed by keeping my one leg, on the chair, to make them view my pussy. After the show was over I was summoned to deposit myself on the table. I deposited myself on the table. I was. A rocket-propelled grenade streaking a spreading plume of exhaust burst from a fourth floor window across the front street. It blew the Embassy doors open. The blast and its shrapnel tore through the people, the staff and visitors inside. It blew the double doors away and knocked the outside Rangers off their feet. Two hooded men leaped from the van and fired machine pistol bursts between the fallen Ranger’s helmets and body armor into their exposed necks. A third hooded man waited in the van.. Mom was obviously too absorbed in what she was doing to care if me, the neighbours or anyone else for that matter saw what she was doing. I wished I had a lip reader, watching as mom seductively spoke to the guy while she was on her knees, exposing her big tits to him right there in perfect view of the street. Looking closer, I realized I recognized the guy - it was that asshole in my sociology class who lived down the street from me and always made comments about my mom. That bastard! Why.Read More
