AMERICA REVOLTS

AMERICA REVOLTS! FORWARD: This story is dedicated to the memory of the honorable United States Senator: John McCain. A man, who served his nation with dignity, respect, and HONOR. May his soul Rest in Peace. No one was surprised, when the "war", finally, came. In fact, many citizens had thought that the "war" would have erupted, years before. The problem is that human nature remained hopeful, until faced with a bitter truth. While "Privatization" had been defeated, by voters, again and again, Washington D.C. just never thought of what the public reaction would be, when the White House issued the Executive Order, abolishing Social Security. All the while, telling the impoverished "Make do as best you can, on your own." At the same time that Privatization was made the new "Law of the land", The White House demanded tax-cuts, equalling 90% of corporate tax debt. Washington D.C. remained adamant that, if the rich were not taxed that, one day, SOME day, the rich would re-invest thier savings, in American jobs. Even while the ink remained wet, on the order, making Privatization the "law of the land", the department of Housing and Urban Development, would be disbanded, with low-income people being told "If you want shelter, thats YOUR problem. Only by eliminating taxation, on the super-rich, can we hope to re-build America, back into a super-power." While Washington D.C.. never thought that the American people would rebel, against this radical change, in government, the White House ordered all military units to a war-footing. The order would be: DESTROY all opposition, to the new order! When several, military, units questioned the need to attack American civilians, the rich, simply hired private contractors, both to lead attacks, and to "dispose" of any soldiers who would dare question the attack order. The problem, that the rich, and powerful, had not counted upon was a single, fact, of American life. While it was true, that many Americans depended on governnment benefits, for health reasons, what neither Washington D.C., nor the super-rich, could understand, was just how DEPENDENT the super-rich, and the government, were, on the working class. A dependency, which included everything from documents delivery, to keeping offices well-stocked, with supplies. The list just went on, and on. For Washington D.C., however, the REAL core, of the problem, only began when the White House ordered a "concrete ceiling", on federal spending. Since this "ceiling" was only $2 million above current spending levels, it was no time, at all, before congress TRIED giving out I.O.U.'s, to everyone, who would accept. The problem was that neither suppliers, nor employees, would accept the pieces of paper. After all, people had BILLS to pay. Creditors would not accept the I.O.U.'s. For the first time, in YEARS, members, of Congress, had to provide for themselves. The White Houses next mistake was to issue an Executive Order, demanding that supplies be delivered, for Executive Branch use. What shocked the White House was when suppliers asked "IF you have CASH, in HAND, for the deliveries, your supplies can be delivered within the hour." When the White House would respond "You WILL be paid." The shock only grew when suppliers asked "WHEN will we be paid?" White House staffers understood suppliers concern since, after all, the media was reporting that the government was "penniless". For the next few days, the White House, openly, referred to suppliers as "traitors", for refusing to deliver supplies, however, the F.C.C. found itself declining to revoke several news outlets licenses. The simple truth was that, with a debt ceiling, FIRMLY, in place, America had returned to the 1980's. The time when Republican president Ronald Reagan had shut down the federal government, for over a month, while Mr. Reagan INSISTED that HIS budget be passed. As this history reared its UGLY head, federal workers found themselves joining the ranks, of those, at food pantries. Far too many, of these people thought that federal positions would mean STABLE income. The very same, federal, employees, who lived check-to-check, secure in the knowledge that they had enough money, left over, to cover food costs, had not been as careful as they thought. Sure, they had "basic" transportation, and housing, however, there was a difference between their parents, and themselves. When their parents had been workers, the price, of a brand new car, was $2,000, to $3,000, while a single family home cost just $15,000, to $25,000. That was THEN. In the modern day, federal workers were paying $30,000, to $40,000, for cars, and upwards of $200,000, for homes. While workers wages were much higher, in the present, so were prices. To make matters worse, and contribute to the revolt, when the White House heard rumors, that Congress was preparing an override, in order to pay bills, the White House ordered Capital Hill "sealed", under "Executive Order", until Congress "caved" to the White Houses demands. This would become the "center" of the revolt. Not only could the public make no purchases, without funds, but Congress was, physically, shut-out, by the White House. The White Houses terms were "simple". Privatization would replace Social Security, and the public would be required to work "longer, harder, hours", just to pay basic bills. The rich would NOT be taxed, at all and, eventually, some-day, good-paying jobs would return to the nation. (According to a media source, inside the White House, the Executive Office had just finished an inventory, of emergency supplies, and had verified that the capital had enough supplies to outlast Congress, and the public, for YEARS, to come.) That is, atleast for as long as the White House did not mind eating ration packs. (There would be no more gourmet food, or chefs, to cook, until the budget was resolved) While no one was, actually, sure, of HOW the feat was accomplished, it was just hours after the Executive Branch had moved to the shelter, when the lights went out. There would be rumors, that either citizens had broken into the storage tanks, or that soldiers, whose families, also, faced hunger, had stolen the fuel. All that the source reported was that, just as the chief executive was bragging "Give them TIME, and those fools will come, BEGGING, for any scraps that we offer", when the lights, in the shelter went out. When the back-ups did not start up, the shelter tenants were compelled to switch to candles. While this was happening, under the White House, the military was overseeing the peaceful packing, of every, usable, item, in the city. Gas stations had their reserve tanks pumped dry, while refrigerated semi's packed freezer sections, and moving vans packed non-perishables. While a rumor had circulated that the air vents, for the national shelter, should be blocked, to prevent fresh air from reaching the chief executive, state police, quickly, sent their own counter-rumor around. This one, reminding anyone, thinking of lethal action, that such action would constitute MURDER. Since no one knew HOW/WHOM the rumor started, the message was, quickly, discarded. Within twenty-four hours, the only people, remaining in D.C., were the staff, of the White House. Over the coming months, a temporary goverment was set up, in the nations interior. Crops were being planted, and harvested, while farmers, and auto mechanics, would work to convert motor vehicles, to the high-grade, moon-shine, whose production the A.T.F. was monitoring. Life could have been wilder, except that people decided to work together, to outlast the person, in the White House. If the White House wanted to play "hard-ball", so could the American people. The only difference was that the "rebels/terrorists" had fresh food to eat, fresh water, to bathe in and (thanks to some engineers), clean water, to wash clothing in. By contrast, it was not long before the executive branch got tired of eating canned rations, and being stuck in a place, which smelled WORSE, by the day. While staffers were concerned when their number began to diminish, a search, of the shelter, showed neither bodies, nor bones. This relieved staffers, who were concerned that, long enough, in this bunker, and they MIGHT resort to cannibalism. In reality, the most intelligent staffers had waited until after the others had gone to rest. Once the shelter was resting, these people, silently, used an "EMERGENCY EXIT", taking anything they could carry, in rucksacks, and heading out, into rebel territory. While the chief executive had promised, during the summer warmth that "Trust me. Once winter comes, and those terrorists get ice cold enough, they WILL come, CRAWLING back, BEGGING for anything we will offer." While winter did, eventually, come, what the chief executive had not thought about was that Washington D.C. gets COLD, in the winter, as well. Just one difference between the "terrorists" strong-hold, and Washington D.C. While the chief executive had to bundle, under layers, of heavy clothes, to prevent freezing, out, in the "terrorists" land, kerosene heaters were running, at capacity, while motor vehicles were running on high-grade moon-shine. It may seem ironic, however, come spring, while the "terrorist" opposition, to the White House, was eating dinner, by candle-light, as an early spring set in, the chief executive was beginning to wonder how LONG the "terrorists" could hold out. It had been so many months, since the chief executive had eaten a warm, chef-prepared, meal, that the remainder of the staff had bailed, on the chief. The White House had been cold, and dark, for months, and staff had grown annoyed hearing the chief executive promising "Give them TIME, and those "terrorists" will come, BEGGING, for anything we have to offer." The last, of the staff walked out, after the chief executive belted an assistant, so hard, that the blow, almost, broke the staffers jaw. When the chief executive bellowed "Get OUT!", the chief had meant "out of my office." Staff took it to mean "OUT of my shelter!" Still, it took the chief executive three days to realized that they were all that remained, of their government. This is when they put pen to paper, with final thoughts: Under NO conditions is Social Security to be reinstated. It is to be Privatization, or NOTHING! Under NO circumstances is H.U.D., and low-income housing, to be re-instated! If those ingrates want housing, let them WORK, longer, HARDER, hours, for the money. This nation can no-longer AFFORD minimum wage. Employers MUST be allowed to pay any amount that they choose to. Any variation, from these goals, and I will see to it that this nation is set for auction. Piece-by-piece, block-by-block, house-by-house, and person-by-person. It would be the French who would be the first to find the remains. This would be because the closest sea-port, to the "rebel" territory, was east of Washington D.C.. As a wise precaution, the French commander had sent forth a recon patrol, and it was this group which found the source of the stench, which fouled the air, around 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The French equivalent of the grave-diggers unit, would be tasked with bagging the body, and airing the shelter. This, while the recon detachment proceeded to meet with the "rebel" Americans. The members, of the deposed Congress, laughed, openly, at the demands, contained within the note. When the French toured Washington D.C., with the deposed congress, asking "How much time, and assistance, will you require, to return the government, to full operation?" The department of Streets and Public Improvements would promise the French "Its not that bad. Just a LOT of clean-up. Give us a month, and we will be back in business." For the first time, in 200 years, Washington D.C. sought out short-term loans, for the national re-start. The time when the nation felt an overwhelming sense, of relief, was when the power stations came back on-line, and radio, and television, resumed. The promise, of Liberty, which had begun more than two centuries ago, remained alive. A bit batterred, but alive, and well. As long as there remain people, like the senator, to oversee government, and keep the executive branch in check, the promise, which is the United States, will live on, FAR into the Future! Rest in Peace, Senator John McCain.

THE TEST DRIVE

THE “TEST DRIVE” In fact, it really wasn't much of a "contest", after all. In fact, truth be told, the whole idea came from Dawn's boyfriend, Joey. To hear Joey talk, prior to meeting Dawn, I would have expected Dawn to have a chest as flat as a ten year old. (A bottom to match). Joey also claimed that Dawn took far too LONG, in bed, and that this was why he had to rush her. As for his claim, that Dawn was "bald", this was about as true as if I were to declare that my white, male, self was, in fact, MIchelle Obama. Former first lady of the United States. In fact, the woman, whom Joey introduced to myself, and a friend, was about as opposite of his description as a woman can get. While Dawn might not have, OFFICIALLY, won, any beauty contests, to me... While Dawns hair was shorter than I would have liked my womans to be, still, her smile, supple neck, and shapely chest, more than made up for any imperfections, in her appearance. Anytime one, of Joeys friends, tried to move close, to become friends, with Dawn, Joey would say "She's all yours, for $25,000.00." It was after one, of Joey's friends asked "HOW do I KNOW she is worth $25,000.00?" and Joey said "Pay me, and find out." It seems that Dawn knew I would, soon, be asked, the same question. This is when she asked me "Do me a favor. When he asks, just say no. Not "Not interested". Just no." When I asked her reason, and she whispered "Do it, for me." When I asked "What do I get out of the deal?" Dawn seemed to think about this, for awhile, before she asked "What do you want", and whispered "As if I didn't know." When I whispered "A trade. You let me kiss you and, if you dont like it..." Dawn had no idea of why but she whispered "What if I DO like it?" I suggested a single date. This way, if she liked my kiss, but not my person, all she would be "out" was a single evening, and washing her sheets. With the agreement made, Dawn knew she had just made the worst mistake of her life. The more, and deeper, that we kissed, the more Dawn wanted. In fact, by the time the kiss was done, Dawn had to sit down, and fan herself. It was when Dawn and I returned to Joey's "bidding" that Joey asked me, about Dawn, and Dawn whispered, to me, "remember, I WANT that dinner." This is when I made Joey a counter-offer. If he let me have a "test-drive", of Dawn, I would consider paying DOUBLE his asking price. When Joey got excited, asking "When?" I reminded him "After the test drive is over with". When Joey asked for a $10.00 "deposit", I gave him a twenty. The "test drive", which Dawn and I had, originally, agreed upon, would run two weeks (with an option for more time, IF Dawn wanted more.) Dawn's mother had warned the girl, about this, but in a way which was so generic that the alert could have been about food, housing, etc. The evening, when our "test drive" took place, Dawn was "caught", totally by surprise. She was so accustomed to how Joey, and other men, treated her. This is why, when I joined her, in her kitchenette, asking "How do I make this the best night of your life?" Dawn turned to me, whispering "For starters, you can begin by not asking. I am YOURS, for this evening." After this statement, Dawn felt herself regretting having said the words, as I covered her body, with so much passion that she wondered WHY she was, still, with Joey. When Dawn freed herself from my kiss, she panted as she whispered "Some music?" (Dawn wanted to find out what kind of music that I liked) Dawn, soon, cursed her decision, as it resulted in her finding out that I enjoyed the same music as she did. While her intellect told her "Stop him! He is going for your bra!", Dawn was just so "caught up", in the feeling, of my hands, on her skin, that she wanted MORE. As much as she could get. Even as our lips parted, enough for her top to find the carpeting, I was happy when she made sure that my OWN top found the same carpet. When her bra was next, on the floor, while she hoped that my necking would, never stop, when she felt my hand, going for her breast, she, deliberately, whispered "Bedroom". (Dawn was just not prepared for the action as I picked her up, into my arms, and carried her off, to bed.) In the bedroom, Dawn would have given a years benefits, if only I had snatched off her bottoms, and pumped her, as Joey, and other men, had. Just blind, mindless, sex. Thats all she wanted. Just proof that I was like her other men. That all I wanted were "bragging rights". What she got, instead, was to have me carress her bottoms off, then to have me kiss her womanhod, so deeply, that she could not stand up. While her intellect asked "What the HELL are you doing?", as she lay back, on her bed, and opened her legs, wide, Dawn let her body go on "automatic". Just after she asked me for a pillow, and I grabbed one, from the top, of the bed, I, no-sooner, went "back to work", when Dawn cried out, and her woman-scent came forth, from her body, at full power. Before she would let me near her breasts, Dawn all-but ripped my pants off, and said "beautiful", when she saw my manhood. A moment later, she was giving me even better oral than I had given her. In fact, she was so good that I was glad when she wanted "seconds". After this, while Dawn expected to be just short of raped, she found herself back in my embrace, and "enduring" a french kiss. When I went down, on her breasts, Dawn would have given anything, if Joey would "discover" us, and order me out, of the bedroom. Dawn just did not know what to do, when she felt me carressing, kissing, and nursing. Part of her wanted this evening to be over with. Another part, of her, wanted it to last, just for a few decades. By the time I finished, with her beautiful, "B" cup breasts, Dawn was wondering if I might like a "subscription", to her breasts. She, then, smiled, to herself, as she pondered "A subscription to my breasts? What? A subscription, to have all of them that I wanted? A subscription to her bedroom?" The final test, that I "failed" was the "penetration" test. Dawns hope was for a quick RAM, then "get it over with". What she received was the opposite of this. From the moment, when I entered, Dawn KNEW we had become one. One heart. One soul. One being. From that moment, until the end, all Dawn could think of was making the experience just as beautiful, for me, as I was making it, for her. For HOURS, and HOURS, we drove passion to its limits. All we wanted was one anothers happiness. Her pillow DID take a "beating", as her passion caused her to need to cry out, more than she cared to admit. Each time a major one was coming on, she pulled the pillow, tight, over her face, and let out a cry, which the pillow, barely, contained. After the cry, Dawn brought me to her face, whispered "I love you", then lay there, panting, for a moment. I did not mind her panting. Why should I, especially after the way that I panted, after each time that I loved her. If she could put up with it, so could I. I dont remember what time it was, when I left the bed, whispering "Excuse me, my love." When she whispered "I know, my love. You first, then me." I dont know why but I thought that a womans bathroom would have much more feminine products than Dawns did. In fact, her couter-top was cleaner than my own was. When Dawn joined me, in the bathroom, and saw my look, she whispered "You have been loving me, for hours. I KNOW what you look like." That was when I found it easy to complete by "business", kiss her, then return to bed, while she did her own. When my stomach began to rumble, and I ordered it to be silent, Dawn just smiled as she whispered "Its just saying that it has been a wonderful night, and that you need some food." When I whispered "What I need is YOU." She smiled even as she lead me to the kitchen, and prepared some food. (Dawn was certain that the night was, totally, out of hand, when she realized that she would rather that her BODY be the source, of my nourishment.) To my shame, I ate like I had not eaten, in months. After that, I surprised Dawn, by scrubbing my teeth, BEFORE giving her a DEEP, thank you kiss, for the food. Back in bed, we made love, until sun-rise, with Dawn saying "How beautiful. I am being loved, at sun-rise." When I whispered "It was my pleasure", she kissed me, then we rested, for awhile. wrapped around one another, like newlyweds. It was not until we rose from bed, and sat there, side-by-side, that she looked at me, smiled, then slapped me, HARD. She, then, softly, said "Thats for loving me so deeply that I fell in love with you." When I asked "Is that a crime?" Dawn smiled as she said "Since I have a boyfriend, it is." When I mentioned "Too bad I didn't meet you, first." Dawn told me "You are not my kind of man. It would, never, work out." When I asked "How do you know?" Dawn would say "With you, all I would have is a life, of home, and family." When I asked "Thats bad?" Dawn would say "I promised myself, years ago, that I would NOT become my mother. Schedules and house-work. Little more than a slave." When I asked "So, the night was not fun. It was just "doing what you are supposed to do?"" Dawn smiled as she said "Just the opposite. You made me WISH FOR my mothers life-style." While I did not understand what was happening, what I was grateful for was Dawn joining me, in the shower, then giving me some "breakfast", which I would, never, forget. Before she let me dress, to leave, she mentioned "I want a REAL, tender, goodbye, kiss." When I said "Your wish is my command." she climbed aboard, then I lay her back, across her table, and gave her the deepest love, that I was capable of. Afterwards, I left her panting, as I dressed, and went for some FOOD, to eat. Her idea, for "breakfast", was heavenly. Dont get me wrong. It was just not filling. I MIGHT have gone for fast food, except that only two places were open, that early. One was a national chain. The problem was that, the last time I saw one of their "breakfast platters", the portions could have fit in a snack bag. (All that customers were paying for was the foam platter, and the company logo.) The other place had food, which was so greasy that, the last time I ate there, all I could taste was the grease. This is why I visited my local grocery store. Here, I purchased two bags, of food, which I microwaved, then sat back, after a fiilling breakfast. Over those next, few, months, I saw Dawn, several times. Whenever possible, we would scoot away, from friends, then spent a few moments just sharing a deep kiss. It was not until I began adding necking to the "mix", that Dawn suggested that we meet at her place. Her, original, plan had been to tell me, in private, that we were "through", finished, and so on. That is, until she saw me eyeing her chest, and figured "What the hell." On three, seperate, visits, she planned to dump me, for certain. Three times, by the time I left, her breasts were left feeling happy. On our final visit, we not only ended up, in bed, but the passion was so powerful that she regretted it, immediately. By the time I passed out, I remember her saying "I will, always, love you." When I awoke, I found myself all alone, in her bedroom. Except for the bed, and my clothes, everything was gone. All that Dawn left, for me, was a note: My love, I want you to know that I will, always, love you. I just need a more daring, less loving, and more demanding, man. Love, always, Dawn Once clothed, I took the key, which she left, with a note, asking me to lock up, then turn the key into the landlords drop-box. After that, all I heard were rumors, that Dawn was here, or there. Not that it mattered. I mean, we had never been IN love. We had, simply, been passionate lovers. The one thing, which made MANY locals happy, was the day when Joey left town. Ofcourse, he HAD to leave. After all, he had been stupid enough to not only steal a friends software, but to use the programming to cyber-rob a bank, in another state. Not only that but Joey had been dumb enough to let the program run, until cyber-security locked him out. His only "smart" move was to move the money into an account, which was outside American jurisdiction. The problem was that, while the 500 million was un-touchable, to the U.S. government, Joey was still, on American soil. Word has it that, when Joey ran to Mexico, he THOUGHT he was safe, just across the border. After that, Joey escaped, from jail, and headed deep into South America. Some will say that Joey lived his life out, in luxury. Others would say that his money only made him a "target", for the rest of his life. All that I know is that I will miss Dawn, for a very long time, to come.

REGRETS

REGRETS That is what my skeptics were left with, as time passed. Regrets, such as the women, who had, openly, publicly, and LOUDLY, proclaimed "You are NOT a MAN!", "You dont DESERVE a WOMAN!", and "You will NEVER be anything!" These were the women who thought that having men, similar to "Conan the Barbarian", would mean that the men would let NOTHING stop them, from reaching their goals. These were the women who stood by while men talked, endlessly, about their goals, and how "famous" they would be, "some-day". These were the women, who waited in lines, at food pantries, for anything they could get. The women, who watched as men sat in front of televisions (when not working at any jobs they could find), eating snack foods, and drinking cases of beer. The women, who, eventualy, ended up becoming their mens "care-givers", once the mens body weight exceeded certain levels, and the mens legs gave out. Ofcourse, among some of these women, it was neither age, nor condition, which stopped men, from achieving certain goals. For these women, "conjugal visits" were the main time when the women, and their children, saw the men. The men were behind bars, serving time, for a wide variety of felonies. The women were left to raise children, on their own. And not to dis-clude the men, from among my skeptics. "Men", who, openly laughed at my idea's, and plans. Men, who would rather try to win drinking contests, than to consider the future. Then, there was Valerie. A woman I got involved with because her boyfriend wanted her to have her breasts enlarged, to "D" size, as well as other enlargements. Since Valerie had been told, by her friends, that I HAD to be a homosexual, yet these same women admitted that, at times, I had been helpful, on things like odd jobs, and reading mail, yet I never demanded sex, for my services. When Valerie got up the courage, to ask ME for my opinion, I told her that I couldn't give her any opinion, except that her outline, from her clothes, made her look very nice, to me. While Valerie knew it was a "trap", on my part, when she asked if she looked "kissable", I took her into my arms, and our first kiss ended up lasting LONGER than either of us had planned. The next time I saw Valerie, she had a bandage, on her neck. This is when she asked me "WHY do men need to BITE women?" When I told her "Not all men do." She smiled as she said "I'll bet". Valerie not only "lost" that bet, but, by the time I left her place, she had to sit back, rest, and enjoy the feeling, of the air, carressing her exposed, aroused, breasts. Valerie had said nothing, about our next "date", when she heard her friends saying that they doubted that I could "get it up." Valerie knew the truth, having tasted me, more than once. The reason why Valerie kept silent was because she wondered if I could, actually, bring about the changes, which, as she learned, while we snuggled, after the fact, that I was working on. It had taken Valerie just five hours, with a friends help, between visits two and three, to find the information, about my actions. So far, I had spoken with three, cultural, groups, and was preparing to meet others, all with a single goal in mind. I was doing everything, in my power, to prevent Washington D.C. from making the same mistake, which had cost the Russians so much money, with so little benefit. The White House was DETERMINED to build the wall, no matter how much opposition there was. The new Berlin Wall, was being pushed on the American people, just as past wars had been. Valerie found out that I was "championing" an alternative, to this waste of money. On "date" number three, Valerie had asked, and I gave her as much as I could, about my plan. A plan, which was gaining support, by the day. While Valerie knew it was a mistake, by the time "date" number four, was at hand, my plan, for state-hood, had the full backing, and support, of FIVE, cultural, groups. This is why, on "date" number four, she opened, wide, to me, and, once I had penetrated, she found herself hoping that I would forget about it, and leave it inside her. Valerie smiled at this thought, since she knew it was CONNECTED to me. While Valerie asked me what I thought, at the end of each "date", all I could think of, to say was "To me, you are perfect as you are. I would not change a thing." Valerie suggested that I was just saying this, just for access to her bed. She just did not know WHAT to think, when I provided her with a lovers ring. Later, while her boyfriend was off, doing who-knows-what, with who-knows-who, Valerie stood beside me, when no less than twenty-five cultural groups lent their support, publicly, to my state-hood idea. Now, sure, the White House threw another tantrum, over this, but what could they do? I had the support of the international community. While Valerie offered me the next three months, as permission, due to my national efforts, to enter her bedroom, what annoyed Valerie was her own mother. A woman, who was trying to turn our mid-week, and weekend, "dates" into courtship. No matter how many times Valerie said "Mother, we are FRIENDS. Nothing more." Her mother just gave that "I KNOW" look. While Valerie had offered me three months, of access, as the end, of our deal, drew near, she whispered "Do we need to watch the clock, that closely?" Six months later, and Valerie had me scheduled, in her personal calendar, even as she watched as I took on the White House, again. This time, over that insane idea, of ending school shootings, by providing teachers with fire-arms, and instructions to "return fire". While the White House had insisted that this was the ONLY way, to terminate shool, shooting, spree's, this action LOST any backing that it had, after three more attacks, took even more lives. These lives were lost, in the cross-fire, as students were gunned down, totally by accident, by teachers, who were aiming at shooters. What the White House just could NOT comprehend was that, during shootings, the public reacted, like stampeding cattle. All anyone wanted was to get away from the gun-fire. With so many bodies, rushing for safety, clear shots were impossible. When teachers began taking "best guess" shots, no one was certain of who shot, and killed, members of the student council, rotary club, or the two, track, stars, who were part, of the stampede. While the police were bagging bodies, the White House was proclaiming a "victory", since the shooters were killed, during the stampede, as well. (The parents, of the dead, were the opposite of this. All parents, and families, saw, were corpses, being bagged, for the morgue.) It was during this time when Valerie, in-advertently, became an advocate, for my own plan, regarding school violence. Valerie never intended, nor set up meetings, to talk to people, but she did discuss my alternative, to schools, being used as shooting ranges. Valerie was just thankful that, once she told me that parents were terrified of more stampede carnage (Even as teachers, at three schools, turned in fire-arms, telling administrators "I am a TEACHER. I am NOT a gun-fighter. I WONT be responsible for shooting students.") that I provided her with a clear, and simple, set of notes, on my proposal, for bringing a complete end, to school violence. When parents asked Valerie "Do you, REALLY, think it will work?" Valerie would, only, say "Remember. Soldiers are professionally trained, tested, and disciplined, in the proper use of fire arms. If anyone can reduce the numbers, of the dead, the army, and marine corps are the best we have." Just one problem, that Valerie did not count on. That was the fact that, once rumor spread, that we were a "couple", Valerie learned the COST, of loving an aspiring man. The way I differed, from her boyfriend, was how I handled our interrupted times. With him, it was nothing more than telling Valerie "I am going out, tonight. I should be back, by tomorrow." Valerie knew that this meant that he, and his friends, were going bar-hopping, and skirt-chasing. By contrast, most of the time, Valerie began taking my calls, and marking the calendar, days, even weeks, ahead of time, when groups wanted me to address them. Yes, Valerie knew where I was, and what I was doing, when I was not sleeping by her side. Her mother was harder to convince. This is why Valerie had her brother tune into the local, public access channel, to watch me give a talk, on using the military to bring an end to school violence. When audience members would ask "How can you be so sure that the military would do a better job?" All I would suggest was "Who would be stupid enough to take on a trained soldier?" While I was encouraging rational thought, on the subject, the White House was throwing ANOTHER tantrum, and even threatening to FIRE teachers, who rejected fire-arms, in schools. This, while churches, and families, were busy burying the dead. Dead, which included three cheerleaders, four football players, two student council members, and a student, whose grades had qualified them for a national scholarship, in a program, which would have opened all kinds of "doors", to the future. All, now, lay in coffins, their souls off to meet the divine, years, even DECADES ahead of schedule. The second time I ended up in the national "spotlight" was right about the time when the White House was issuing an "Executive Order", demanding that any teacher, who refused to carry a fire-arm, be fired. Problem was that the teachers union had gotten wind of this, coming, order and rallied teachers into a nation-wide strike. (This is when Valerie kissed me, then whispered "You're up. Lets see what happens".) To the outright FURY, of the White House, teachers, parents, and students, banded together, to support my proposal. As soon as the White House declared "I REFUSE to send troops into schools. I INSIST that MORE guns, in schools, will, EVENTUALLY, lead to safer schools." In a move no one hoped to regret, congress vetoed the White House, and approved the deployments. Soon, soldiers, in full, combat, gear, began appearing, on school grounds, and the students main reply was "Holy..." While some school administrators protested, claiming that they had "control" of their schools, it took only three fire-fights, each of which lasted less then two minutes, for soldiers to dis-arm attackers, to prove this to be a fantasy. With soldiers appearring, just abut everywhere, even school bullies had to re-think attack plans. HOW could these students terrorize victims, with soldiers walking halls, as well as the property? While one bully thought that just dragging a victim off of school property, was enough to allow the bully to act, what the bully did not understand is that this, entire, nation is the jurisdiction, of soldiers. Once faced with four M-16 rifles, the bully released their intended victim and accepted the handcuffs. In another case, it is reported that, when a "plain" girl had tried out, for cheerleading, the "princesses", on the squad decided to make sure the girl felt as un-wanted as possible. The cheerleaders made only one mistake. They forgot to check for soldiers, on patrol. When the victim was released, and the cheerleaders were marched into the command center, the cheerleaders maintained that they had the RIGHT, to make students feel "worthless". They claimed it was their DUTY. The military had not agreed. Nor had the judge, who charged the cheerleaders, as adults, sentencing the young girls to six months, in a reformatory. (Now, the cheerleaders had records, which would haunt them, for the rest of their lives.) While the bullies families were very UN-happy, with the new security, once school violence dropped out of the news (no more bullies, and students just studying for class), the bullies, and their backers had "faded, into the wood-work". While Valerie would have hoped that these, two, victories would be the highlight of my life, it was not long before I was being sought, again. It would turn out to be no ones surprise when, after the defeats, of the Berlin Wall, and school security, that the White House not only threw yet another tantrum, but the occupant vacated the premises, and returned to their own properties. Congress was told to handle the nations business, on its own. While Valerie had not been surprised, when she had been invited to the national stroll, down Pennsylvania Avenue, when a democrat won the next presidential election, by a "land-slide", what had annoyed her was when she had to inform the party that we were NOT, in fact, married. Soon after this, Valerie made me an offer. Permanent bedroom priviledges, in return for a wedding ring, and children. The way she said it was like "I want us to be OFFICIAL." When I declined this, reminding her that we were friends, and that she DID have a REAL boyfriend (whenever he chose to be around), she told me to take all that I wanted, on this visit. I would not be returning to her bed, again. On the plus side, I heard that, while her boyfriend refused to marry her, he did give her some children. Valerie spent the rest of her life trying to convince herself that she had done RIGHT. Maybe she had no ring, but atleast she had children. As near as I was able to learn, not one, of the men, whom the ladies preferred to me, turned out to be much of anything. The men had drunk themselves into early graves. Most had no markers, nor did they leave much behind. A few welfare mothers, and children the men could not care, less, about. Valerie might have ended up, like this, herself, except for the fact that, regardless of marriage papers, congress, and other groups, KNEW that Valerie could influence me. She was as close to me as any wife could be. This is why, when a corporation needed a "loss-leader", into which to dump excess cash, which they did not want to pay taxes on, Valerie had presented an idea, to me. It would seem that the property, where we had "met", had been turned over to some, un-identified, trust. In fact, the same fund, where dozens, of other properties, had been dumped, by people who wanted no liability. The idea, to turn the property into a "hide-away", for lovers, was Valeries. While, to the outside world, the place looked like any other apartment complex, it was the INTERIOR which drew people in. While Valerie and I continued to have some great times, her regret was that she never bore my children. True, I had lead the way in turning Moonbase: Alpha into a reality, but more as a stop-over, on the way to Mars, and other planets. I had "lead the charge", towards the development of Warp Drive, and Sub-Space radio. Valerie had thought it hilarious, when the media, accidentally, referred to her as my "wife". When Valerie asked her mother, father, and myself, what we thought of this, she received the same answer. Niether Valerie, nor her parents, nor myself, could be blamed for what people CHOSE to believe. We would correct people if they ASKED. If they didn't, the fault was theirs. While I, eventually, escorted Valerie to her mans funeral, the turn-out was about what we expected. The minister, Valerie, and myself. Since the mans children did not know him, they did not attend. The service was very short, indeed. Just a recap of the mans childhood, and high school years. The rest of his life was a blank. The state-financed service was as cheap as cheap could get. The man was a nobody, so no one would miss him. In fact, this is the way most of Valeries friends went. Valerie would escape this fate, because our "connection" gave her power, over various decisions. She even took her mothers advice, on avoiding fights. For Valerie, the most potent "weapon" was to converse with me, on various topics. Clothed, or nude, she knew how to talk to me. This is, no-doubt, why, even though Valerie was low-income, herself, she became enough, of a regular, at country clubs, and luncheons, that staff no-longer questioned her, after a few visits. Just like her father, who had retired from one of the last of the manufacturing jobs, in America, Valerie was becoming quite the debutant. By the time I perished, while overseeing the start-up, of one of Earths first, Martian, colonies, Valerie had become the go-to girl, for gaining my support, on projects. Warp Drive had, finally, made the planets, of the solar system just minutes, of travel, apart, not months. With Sub-Space radio, the announcement, of my demise, would reach Earth, in minutes. Valeries only regret, as she went into solitude, for her remaining years, was of the fact that she had not given me any children. Sure, she had a good life, and had been amazed at the turn-out, for my funeral, but she did wish that she had given me a family. Ah, the REGRETS, of life.