10 comments/ 22313 views/ 2 favorites Global Warming By: magmaman I logged in to my favorite news website, after watching some talk show host on TV yap on and on about emails and scientists and everybody lying about everything. All for fucking money. That stuff pissed me off, I could tell for sure it wasn't warming up very goddamn much outside because it was 18 degrees, and the news said it would be 11 degrees tomorrow night. I had to leave the water running or sure as hell the pipes would freeze. I could see a big chunk of my paycheck going right down the drain. Fucking Portland anyway, highest damn water bills in the entire fucking nation, hell, this is Oregon! Water everywhere, it never stops fucking raining. Bad enough they charge us for it running into the fucking house, they also charge us for it running OUT of the fucking house into the sewer. From the looks of some of the Sunday morning dumps I send down there the thieving bastards need that goddamn water to dilute it a bit before they let it slide straight into the river. Assholes should be paying me. They charge us for rain into the sewer, too. It's a fucking PIPE, how goddamn much should it cost to run crap and water down a fucking PIPE? Goddamn near can't afford to take a shit! Thieving bastards. Tax, tax, tax, that is all government can ever think of, then after reading about those damn scientists lying through their teeth to force us to use electricity instead of burning firewood? Sea levels rising! They scream that as loud as they can, can't fool me. Hell, I was just down to the coast less than three weeks ago, the fucking ocean is in the exact same goddamn place it has always been. I didn't catch any fish, either, that pissed me off too. Lately everything seemed to piss me off. I went in and flushed the toilet, nothing. Just fuck! Outside I went to where the little plastic pipe goes up and into the house, I knew the sink was still running so it had to be the line headed for the bathroom. Way back in there I found another foot long section going up into the house. I used my hair dryer on it, in a few minutes I heard a trickle, then it started to fill. I went back inside and stuffed more wood into the stove, some asshole on TV was talking about the EPA regulating greenhouse gasses. Just fuck them, I thought. Here is some MORE goddamn carbon dioxide for them! If they don't like it, they can hold their fucking BREATH! That's the real problem anyway, stupid bastards keep exhaling. Especially that big mouthed Al Gore asshole. That is when I pulled up the website. There was a big front page story with pictures of some people rowing boats, the headlines screaming about rising sea levels. Yea, sure. Some people in boats in a fucking swamp, that's proof, no doubt about it. Hell, they have been using boats in that fucking swamp for thousands of years. There was another picture of a polar bear sitting on an ice cube, sad look on it's fucking face. Hell, it's a goddamn fucking POLAR BEAR, of course it is out there, it is hungry and wants to catch a seal. Ain't any goddamn seals up in the mountains, where in the hell do they expect the fucking Polar Bear to be? I turned off the computer, plopped down in my chair. I clicked the channel to a different one, some cops were chasing an idiot around all over the place, knocking over mailboxes and signs. They looked like they were having fun. Then my phone rang. "Yea?" I said. "Danny? Can you help me? I don't have any water." I recognized Marilee's voice instantly. Marilee had the house next door, all last Summer she was out in her back yard wearing this tiny thing pretending to be a swim suit. I spent every moment I was at home peeking out the window at her. She was rubbing oil on those brown titties, then down her belly her fingers would go, right up to the edge of that little wedge of cloth. Lord almighty did that woman have a body on her! I had used my 40 power field glasses to check, I knew every single square inch of her in detail except for the two square inches of her that suit covered up. She did have a wisp of pubic hair, I know, I saw that, just some glimpses as she adjusted her suit. The windowsill in my upstairs bedroom was covered with so much of my seed I was going to have to use a putty knife before I could repaint it. But Marilee had a boyfriend, of course. The guy was at least six feet tall and just about that wide, bunch of tattoos on his arms, even one on his hairy back. Fucking arms looked like trash cans, he had to spend hours in the gym because he rippled from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet with muscle. Sam, his name was. I met him once over the fence, he shook my hand with a paw that felt as big as a catcher's mitt, damn near crushed my hand. Fucking ponytail too, talk about top off the picture. Then he always wore this tiny little black thong when he was out in the yard, it had an honest to god string going up between his butt cheeks. Fucking muscles back there, too. How in the hell does a guy get muscles on his ass, anyway? That was enough of a sight to make me lose my woody even if Marilee was out there in her little suit, let me tell you. Plus his suit had a little pouch on the front, I say little because his entire bulge was about the size of a tangerine. I got myself some giggles at home about that. His dick couldn't be much bigger than a tootsie roll. Tootsie roll Sam I called him privately. If I saw him I smiled and waved. He was kinda big. Lucky bastard. Getting to fuck Marilee. I guess he was, anyway, he spent a lot of time fiddling with her. Once I was peeking out the window and Sam was tickling and licking at Marilee, she was squirming around, he actually got her right tit completely out of her top before she shoved his hands away and pulled it back up. I coated my windowsill with another layer at that one. Couple of times, actually. Now here she was, talking to me on the phone. Hell, we had said maybe a dozen words to each other up to then, although she did give me a big bright smile every time she saw me. "Where's Toots...I mean Sam?" I asked her. "Sam and I broke up, I caught him with Janet so I kicked him out. I need to take a shower so I can go to work and I don't have any water? Please?" I wondered for about one second who in the hell Janet was? That would need to be one hell of a hunk of female to top Marilee. I damn near tore the door off the hinges on my way out, I hit the fence and went right over the top of it. I had my hand in the air to knock when the door opened. Marilee stood there in a fuzzy blue robe. No makeup, her hair was all scattered around looking like she had just slept on it. She was gorgeous! "Oh, Danny! Thank you!" She tugged me inside and hugged me, kicking the door shut with one bare foot. Damn near came in my pants, I knew instantly there was nothing but Marilee under that robe. "What do you need?" I asked, my brain completely unhooked for a few seconds. "There is no water." She looked at me oddly. Oh. Right. No water. I went and turned the handle in the kitchen sink, nothing. I went in and tripped the handle in the toilet, nothing. Well. She did say there wasn't any. Glancing down, I saw a big well formed turd sitting there, just a dab of water in the bowl. I looked at that stupidly, realizing that came right out of this absolutely beautiful creature. Hell, I almost wanted to pick it up, fondle it. Then it hit me what had just popped into my head. Something fucking wrong with me, I thought. "Did you figure it out?" I heard her say. She was standing in the doorway. I turned bright red, she had caught me staring at her turd. "I...uhhh....pipe outside must be frozen, I will go outside and try to thaw it. Maybe if we heat some wat....shit!..no water.....say, do you have a hair dryer?" "Sure." Of course she had a hair dryer, she had hair. Such beautiful long dark beautiful hair, it came down almost to her beautiful shoulders, so soft and silky looking. I wanted to reach out and touch.... "Excuse me?" She reached out and gently pushed me back so she could reach the drawer. She bent over and picked up a huge hair blower, her robe slipped open and one perfect breast came completely into view for a moment. She stood up, handed me the tool. I took it, she smiled sweetly at me. Damn hair dryer was bigger than my nail gun. "Will this work?" "Uhh..yea. I will go get my extension cord." "I have one." She stepped around me, brushing against me this time. I felt her boob slide past my arm, it was so soft, so very soft. I would have moved but my legs didn't work. She opened a cabinet, picked up a coil of extension cord. Her breast appeared again as her robe gapped open the second time. Another sweet smile as she handed it to me. Two feet away, Marilee was just two feet away. Naked under her robe, I wanted to... "Danny? Are you OK?" She asked, that smile still on her face. "Uhh...yea. I will go look." I managed to get the cord plugged in, strung it out the window. I found the problem quickly, there was a foot long section of plastic water line running up into the house, just like mine. All the houses on our block looked about the same, every other one was reversed though. There was a shutoff lever on the water line, I tried to turn the handle and it wouldn't move. Looking around, I saw the crawl space vents were uncovered, and the water line was only a foot away from the opening. I went to work, it took quite awhile. I was shivering with cold, I had left my house so fast I hadn't even grabbed a coat. All I had on was my blue jeans, socks, shoes, and a shirt. Finally I felt the lever give slightly, and heard a tiny little gurgle of water. It grew louder, the handle worked freely now. I moved it open and closed several times. I checked for leaks, there didn't seem to be any. "I hear water running!" Marilee called out from inside. I found the crawl space cover and put it in place, installed the vent covers and managed to slide out of there and get up. I couldn't feel my feet, or my hands, and I was shivering uncontrollably. I picked up the cord and the dryer and went back inside. I checked the kitchen first, then the bathroom, Marilee had mercifully flushed the toilet, it was refilling again. "Hey, would you like some coffee, I have some, I had it set on automatic from last night." I heard her call out from the kitchen. "Sure, that sounds good, I am freezing." She walked out with two cups, took one look at me still trembling. She had on a huge white T-shirt now, one glance told me it had probably belonged to the goon she was with before. The neckline on the thing came way down leaving the tops of her breasts bare, the bottom of it was halfway down her ankles. "Oh, you poor dear!" She said, handing me the cup. I sat down in one of her chairs. She stepped behind me, began briskly rubbing my shoulders and arms, lord did that feel good. "Forgot to grab a coat." I muttered. "Here, I will warm you up!" She went around and sat down on the floor, hiked up the T-shirt to the middle of her thighs, crossed her legs and peeled off my shoes and socks. Then she started rubbing my feet. White panties. Plain white panties. Just sitting there, her knees apart, letting me look at her white panties. My head began to almost spin, she was rubbing my feet. White panties!! I got a boner that felt like it was going to snap right in half, hung up on my pants. I needed desperately to reach down and adjust it, give it some room. But Marilee was sitting right in front of me..with the crotch of her white panties on display. I couldn't just reach down and... My dick was starting to hurt. I reached down, gave myself a tug, my cock came loose and turned upright. "Oh! I am sorry, I didn't mean to..." She saw the motion, glanced up at the expression on my face, then she looked down at my crotch again and giggled. Damn. I just plain reached for her, she didn't hit me or anything, just gave me a sly smile and leaned forward as I leaned way down to kiss her. I couldn't quite reach her properly and slid off the edge of the chair right on top of her. I reached out to catch myself and got a handful of tit. Somehow I managed to slide over to the side of her, but I never let go. Just like that we were kissing, and she sure as hell wasn't doing any resisting. It only took me maybe two seconds to get my hand under her T-shirt, those things were so damn nice and soft that I lost track of where I even was. Now she was letting out some soft little moans. That encouraged the hell out of me, to be honest. I ran my hand up and down her side, the skin felt as soft as warm butter, when my hand got to her hip I felt the side of her pantie. I hooked my thumb in it, she just kept right on kissing me. I started tugging at that white pantie, she lifted her ass to help me, first one side, then the other. Down her legs they went, then she rolled over on her back. Her legs came right open, there was that wisp of pubic hair I had gotten a glimpse or two of during the Summer. She had her lips shaved, they appeared to be swollen. I had one hand down there instantly. That part of her was every bit as pretty as the rest of her, I slid down and buried my face in it. There was a tiny little tuft of hair just above her button that curled out and upwards, the rest was just a thin strip. "I haven't had a shower yet." She muttered, making a half hearted attempt to push me back, but by then I was lightly flicking her button upwards with the tip of my tongue. She relaxed in just a few seconds and let out a little squeal. Her legs opened even wider. Delicious! Wonderful! Her lips were soft, rubbery, I could feel them swelling up as I worked at them. She held my hair securely in both hands, almost like she was steering me. When she exploded it was just that, an explosion. Her hips bounced up and down so hard I thought for a moment I might have chipped a tooth. I was tugging at my jeans, I managed to get them down to my knees, I gave up trying to drag them the rest of the way off. Still had my face buried in that sweet snatch is why, I couldn't reach my pants legs and no way in hell did I want to stop to take them off the rest of the way. I slid upward, pressing at her, just as she reached down. Her tiny little hand wrapped around me, I felt her stiffen. "Oh, my God! Oh no!! No, I can't! It won't..." "Relax, it's OK." I told her. "No! It's too big, it won't fit! It's HUGE!! It will HURT!!" She had a death grip on my dick now, trying to steer it sideways away from her. Her legs reached out and pushed, she scooted on her butt back a foot or so. She didn't let go of my dick, though. Hell, I ain't that damned big, I thought. She should be able to... Oh, right. Tootsie roll Sam. I leaned back down before she could tear it off and went right back to licking her, one hand busy with her titties. We were kind of twisted at an awkward angle, she still had a death grip on my cock. Quickly she began to relax again, her hips bounced up and down some more. Then off she went a second time, another wild explosion. She let go of my hair and reached for my shoulders. I slid back up into position again, she took a deep breath as the very tip end of my cock slid inside. Her eyes went wide. "Oh my God!" Then she let out a heavy grunt, I felt her body tighten up. That forced the end of my dick right back out. Reaching down, I wiped the end of it on her some to slick things up, tried again. I saw her face screw up tight as I got the end of it inside her, so I stopped for a few seconds. She let her breath out, took another gasp just as I pushed again. Her hands came down and grabbed my bare ass. I felt myself slide in a bit more. "Ughh!" She grunted. I pushed, she grunted, I pushed again. Her feet were flat on the floor and every time she lifted her hips she moved about six inches. I had to adjust each time, my damn pants were keeping my ankles tied up, I was having one hell of a time trying to get some traction. Then something happened, it was like she just opened up and I was all the way in, my pubic mound bounced against hers. "Ughh!" She grunted again. "It's....killing...me!" I stopped again, she took a deep breath. Her hips moved upwards slightly, I moved to meet her, feeling myself slide inside her. Her hips went back, came up against me more forcefully. Then we were thrashing at each other, total mayhem. Somehow we were scooting across the floor, too. I felt my head bump the other wall, we bounced all the way across her living room carpet. I pushed her upper body sideways a bit, started in again as we headed right on down the hallway. That went on for a good ten minutes, we damn near made it all the way to the bedroom. She had almost thrown me at the 8 second mark, but I managed to stay on board. I was thinking I needed a rope to hang on to, maybe some spurs? I came twice without losing my hard on. It was obvious she had no idea at all where she was, all she knew was what was happening to her. "So...damn..big!" She muttered once, the only part she said that I actually understood. Guess she really was used to tootsie roll Sam. Finally I felt myself fade, I didn't want to but it did that all by itself. I slid out of her, tried to just hold her but she instantly rolled over on her tummy, grabbed me with both hands. She still had on that giant T-shirt. "Wow! I had no idea, I thought that men were..." Her hands instinctively started sliding up and down. Hell, I am not huge, maybe 9 inches if something happens to really get me going. Of course pussy always gets me going, and fine stuff like this was amazing! Kathy, the gal I had been seeing was fun but she had funny looking lumps on her butt and the back of her legs and her tits drooped, Marilee didn't have a mark on her that I had found so far. Her boobs didn't droop at all. She lay there on her tummy with her heels crossed in the air, both hands wrapped around me like she just got a new toy for Christmas, and in short order I started to grow again. "Oh look, it's getting bigger!" she exclaimed, like she had never seen that before. "You act like you have never seen one of those before." I laughed. "Oh, sure, lots of times. Well, Sam anyway and in some pictures but I thought those were all faked. Wow, I guess maybe not!" She never took her eyes off of it, and never stopped stroking. I was beginning to fight a battle to keep from going off a third time. "Marilee, you better...." I tried to warn her. "Do it, I want to see it!" She tightened her grip and went even faster, her face now just inches from me. "Damn, I..." Was as far as I got,I blasted off, the first gob hit her right between the eyes, the next one stuck to her nose, then started to slide down. I had one tiny little drip left, she slid her fingers across the end of my cock and rubbed it between them. "Wow!" She said. She hopped up and headed for the bathroom, stopping at the doorway to look back. She reached down and yanked the T-shirt over her head, dropped it on the floor. "Coming?" She grinned. I was on my feet in just a second, following her in there. She already had the water running, her arm stuck in past the sliding door to feel the temperature. Satisfied, she slid the door back, held it for me. It was a nice big shower, there was room for two. We soaped each other up, her hands were all over my cock again, she seemed to be fascinated with it. I willed it to get hard again but it was putting up some resistance. She reached down with one hand and cupped my balls. "Damn you are big! I thought at first that no way would we ever...." Then she started to giggle. Global Warming We climbed out and took turns drying each other off, I was still using all of my will power trying to get my cock back up again but it was pretty much done for a few hours. "You even got off twice, I didn't know men could...." Marilee had her hands on my cock again. "Three times, actually." I answered, feeling proud of myself. "God, I could feel all of it, even this part. That was something I never felt before." Her fingers stroked right up the underside of my dick. "Well, I have to get to work." She let go of me, went into her bedroom. I really didn't want her to let go. She was back out in 10 minutes, dressed in slacks and a warm sweater. I had already dressed. I felt a blast of ice cold air hit me as she opened the door, then she turned to kiss me. I was kissing her back, standing on her porch with just a shirt and pants on. She darted for her car parked in the driveway, I ran for my house, hoping the fire was still going. "Danny?" I heard her yell out, so I stopped. She had the window rolled down halfway. "Can you come over tonight...to check my water lines please?" She was giggling. "Yep, sure will!" She waved and I waved, I darted inside, slamming the door. The fire was down to coals, I tossed on another block of firewood. I sat down and clicked on the news. The announcer was talking about the President being off somewhere talking about Carbon Dioxide. "Plant a fucking tree! Or hold your fucking breath!" I yelled at the screen. I got up and threw a second log on the fire. Then I turned down the sound, thought of Marilee. Oh, shit! I remembered I had a date with Kathy that night. She was OK but I knew it really wasn't going anywhere, not any more. I called her cell, told her that since it was so cold I needed to stay home and keep an eye on things. "OK..maybe later." She said, sounding like she didn't care. I was pretty sure she didn't. I hung up. Yep, better go check Marilee's water lines this evening, I grinned to myself. I was thinking it would be best to not leave anything unattended. Global Warming Ch. 02 I almost couldn't believe it! I was over there helping out Marilee with her frozen pipes and one thing led to another and she let me FUCK her! Man oh man oh man! The object of every fantasy I had had since the day I looked out the window a few months back and there she was. Long flowing hair, it shined just like that gal in the TV commercial's did, you know the one I mean, she flips her hair and it flows back like water. She also had on a halter top that had just one function and that was to demonstrate that she had nice breasts. The white hip hugging shorts had the same intent, with a wide black belt that only came to maybe two inches above her beaver. I stubbed my toe getting up the stairs in three jumps, twisted the little rod hanging down to open the venetian blinds enough that I could see her without her seeing me. The best part was when she would bend over the rig to pick up a box of something and those shorts would draw up nice and snug and... Oh my aching God! There was at least 3-4 inches of butt crack sticking out. I had my tallywhacker in my hand in no time. Once she climbed clear inside the trunk to reach something in the back, leaned way over, even more of her perfect ass came into view. That did it. The first one let go, anyway, that was so hot my pecker didn't even go down! Not wanting to be a nosy neighbor, I only watched her for maybe three hours, then I went back down stairs. She had closed the trunk and gone back inside anyway. I took a shower, put on my cleanest blue jeans and shirt, found a bottle of my best wine, good stuff too, cost me almost $5 a bottle. I headed out the door to go over there and welcome her to the neighborhood, then came to a screeching halt. This giant guy was getting off of a motorcycle, one of those strange looking ones with handlebars way up in the air. He had on a black T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, his arms were about the same size as my waist. He started to fiddle with his bike, so I figured that was all he was doing and I headed over to the fence. I had just hopped over it when I heard him. I looked over my shoulder and he was coming up the walkway. "Can I help ya, bud?" He asked. Damn he was a big guy. Fucking skull tattoo on his left bicep was as big as my head. "I..uhh..I wanted to give this..uhh..to her...uhhh...my new neighbor.. as a welcome to the neighborhood gift." I was checking out the distance to my porch, one jump and I would be on my own lawn, two jumps and.. He grinned at me. "Oh, for Marilee? Hey, thanks! Yea, we will enjoy this, that's really nice. I'm Sam." He reached out and took the bottle of wine, then stuck out his hand. "I'm Dan, I live right here." I answered lamely, taking his hand. Fucking paw was the size of a catcher's mitt, he damn near broke my fingers. Then he smiled at me again, at least I think it was a smile anyway. Both fucking arms covered with great big black tattoos, face looked like he was one of those pro wrestlers or something, scars all over his forehead, hair pulled back and tied up in a ponytail. I smiled back, then made my escape back to my house. So it began, Summer came along and it was a nice warm one. I watched Marilee out the window as she rubbed suntan lotion on those magnificent breasts. She always wore a bikini if it could be called that. Sometimes she would lay back and rub her belly as I peeked out through the slats in my blinds. Oh lord her belly! Flat as a pancake, a gentle curve down to where the top of her pubic mound was hidden by a postage stamp size piece of cloth. Brown, too, from lots of Sun. A few times I even saw a flash of white when she reached down to tug at those tiny little bottoms, I even saw a wisp of well trimmed pubic hair. I dug out my 40 power field glasses, it was maybe 40 feet to where she lay over there so I could honest to God make out the pores in her skin. I got do that a lot since my work was with a contractor, I mostly cut boards and popped them into place with my nail gun. Things had been a little slow, I was finding myself sitting at home waiting for the phone to ring with a job prospect. For months I watched Marilee and Sam, her goon that was over there about every damned day. It was obvious as hell he didn't work at all, I was thinking the only thing he ever did was lift weights. The funny part was he usually wore a tiny black thong and from the looks of it he wasn't blessed down there much. The nickname of "tootsie roll Sam" popped into my head and stuck. Then he had that habit of flexing his ass cheeks, one after the other. Yea, muscles on his ass cheeks, too, what did this guy do, pick up barbells with his butt? He would do that flex his ass shit in front of Marilee which always got her to giggling. It wilted my weenie when he did that. Damn that guy was big! I am not exactly small, and I stay in shape from lugging those huge sheets of cement board siding around all day. But this guy had shoulders that were at least three feet across. It shot the shit out of my alpha male attitude, let me tell you. I did have a girlfriend of my own, her name was Kathy. She packed a nice solid 25 pounds extra, and most of that was where it didn't belong. There were no muscles on her ass. just lumps. For one thing her idea of a date was go out to eat, then later we would go to my house. Sex with her was just...well, sex. She didn't really do anything at all, she more or less just let me have a piece. Payment for dinner I guess. The problem was that work was slow so the dinners got to be less and less, and she was showing less and less interest in me. Nookie seemed to be attached to a dinner somehow. Then the weather turned off cold, I was stuck at home trying to keep the pipes from freezing up, in between yelling at the TV set cussing government for all of the ills of the world. Fucking warming, yea, sure. Probably just some way to get more tax out of us. I did sit there and watch some silly asshole get bopped on the head with a nightstick by a cop for rioting in the streets demanding government DO something!! Hell, that was probably the last goddamn thing we needed, government couldn't run a pay fucking TOILET if they had an entire team of professional help. Even if the goddamn oceans were rising, it was doing it so slow that all anyone would need to do is go buy a pair of fucking boots! Swell, go out and do something to cool the fucking planet, I was already fighting my water pipes trying to keep them thawed out and the news was saying 11 fucking degrees? How goddamn cold did they want the fucking planet, anyway? Jack up the fucking power rates, then cool the shit out of everything, I could see the goddamned conspiracy in that crap. I flicked the TV channel, some talking head was yapping about it being George Bush's fault. Probably was, too. Things just weren't going my way, here I was with no nookie and fucking prime rib class stuff right next door, no work, no money, freezing my ass off and all they can shoot their mouths off about is how fucking hot it is? I was well into one of my rants at the TV when the phone rang. I was hoping it was a job, even if it did mean going outside in the cold, I had maybe $300 left in the bank and my house payment was $550. It was Marilee. Her water was frozen up and she needed my help. No Sam around to help her, it seemed she had kicked him out? Kicked Sam out??? Three (give or take a little) seconds later I was on her porch with my arm in the air to knock when she opened it, dragged me inside and gave me a grateful hug. Instantly I knew there was nothing under that fuzzy blue robe but Marilee. My dick got so hard that I swear if someone tapped it with a tack hammer it would have shattered. Either that or it froze stiff when I was outside under her house with nothing on but a shirt and my shoes and jeans. It took me maybe 20 minutes to unfreeze the valve, my lower body stuck outside the crawl space with it 18 damn degrees outside and the wind blowing. Back inside Marilee brought me some coffee, then she saw me shivering so she rubbed my shoulders. Next she plopped down on the floor and began to rub my feet, sitting there crosslegged with the T-shirt hiked up. A pair of white panties were staring me in the face! She noticed the bulge in my jeans when I was forced to reach down and move it before it broke or something. A small damp spot appeared in the crotch of her white panties. Somehow we were then going at it like rabbits, dang! Every fucking fantasy I had ever had for the last six months came true, not only did I get to fuck her but she seemed to like it! I no longer gave a damn about the bills or work or anything. Marilee had already asked me to come over when she got home from work, check her water again, she said. I had me some plans to check her pipes, all right. I did get one other phone call along towards afternoon, an honest to God job! Two whole weeks tearing down some rich guy's garage and putting up a new one. Maybe I wasn't going to have to live in the Datsun after all, I was suddenly very happy. The fucking clock even seemed to go faster, I had been checking it every 60 seconds or so waiting until the time Marilee was due home. Then there she was, she slammed the car door and darted for her house, her coat tugged securely around her against the biting cold. Not wanting to seem overly eager, I waited 20 seconds before heading over there. Once again, the door opened before I could knock, she dragged me inside and kicked it shut. Then she kissed me, after a few seconds she leaned back with a smile. Then she pushed my hands away just as I was reaching for some tit. "Hey, I want to talk to you." She said. "OH OH!" I thought. She led me over to the couch, then sat down right across from me. "I just wanted you to know that...I am not really that kind of girl, this morning was just a...Oh, I don't know what happened." "It was a surprise to me too, you just looked so beautiful..and all." Marilee beamed at that. "You think I am pretty?" Her hand came up and flipped her hair, it fell right back to where it was. "Yea! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." I gushed. "Oh, you. It's just that....I never did anything like that before, I mean..I barely know you?" "It was like we just clicked, it was perfect, that happens sometimes. Two people that are meant for each other just....." I encouraged her. She was acting just a little bit..standoffish? Damn, I had just got done waiting all day to fuck her some more, too. "Well, I was feeling bad from breaking up with Sam, and then that problem with the water pipes. You were so nice to rush right over to help me, it was just...? I don't know, that was just...an accident?" Accident? No, I really did intentionally...? Hell, the way she was talking it almost sounded like.. No more pussy? "It was a wonderful accident." I gave her my best smile. "Yea, I guess so. I just was worried you would think I was one of those...easy type of women?" "No, nothing like that. I just saw you, and was wishing..Then...we were meant for each other!" "We need to get to really know each other...first. You won't mind, will you?" She told me. Won't mind? Won't mind what? Oh. No pussy, obvious now. My woody began to wilt. Dang. "No, it's all right. We can date and then..uhhh...hey, I got some work." I cleverly changed the subject. "Really? That's good. What kind of work do you do, anyway?" She asked. "I am a contractor." That was a bit of a lie, I planned on getting my license if I could ever get the $250 ahead for the application and the money up for the bond I had to post. "Oh, wow! You can do pretty good sometimes, right?" "Yea..uhh...sometimes." I had made over $200 in one day once but that was almost three weeks before. "I am just a secretary, I type out forms at the insurance office." We had a solid hour of conversation just like that, all day the fantasy had been in my head of sticking myself in Marilee again the minute she got home, but it wasn't looking like that was going to happen. Later we had a nice dinner, Marilee could even cook pretty well. Then we spent the rest of the evening watching a movie on TV. It became obvious that nothing was going to happen and I didn't push the issue, it hit me that she was a little bit bashful about us ending up on the carpet making love like a couple of animals. Around 10 PM I made my excuses and went home. The next day I went to work, freezing my ass off, but it was also one of those day job deals so I got paid at the end of each day's work. With $100 in cash in my jeans, I called Marilee the moment I got home, asked her out to dinner. "Why don't you just come on over, I will make dinner, it's too cold to go out." She asked. I was over there in a flash. After dinner, she poured each of us a glass of wine, I noticed the bottle looked familiar. It was the same one her boyfriend Sam had taken out of my hand a few months before. I know it sounds strange, but over the next few weeks we actually just dated. The very first time we were even close to each other we had ended up on the carpet going at it like Rabbits, then it was like we had started all over. We did kiss a lot, but if I tried anything at all Marilee resisted. The fact that we had had sex somehow faded into a memory, it was almost like it had happened to someone else. During that entire time I didn't call my old girl friend Kathy, and she didn't call me. It was obvious that that was over anyway. I also managed to finish the one job which worked itself into another one. The weather changed into the usual Oregon rain, I found myself not only working all week but also working weekends, there was a whole string of those rush contracts with deadlines. I actually got calls right along with work, I had built a reputation of doing good work and showing up right on time, something that seems to be rare in this business. Then came my big break, I actually got some cash ahead so I filed for my own license. Since Marilee worked at an insurance company I had her help me with the bonding. I knew a lot of the sub contractors by then, I was pretty sure I could put together a bid. I ran some ads, in the meantime I kept right on going out on jobs. Marilee and I kept dating. A few weeks turned into a few months. A few months with no pussy was beginning to tell on me. I was actually starting to wonder about her. How could a woman be so hot like she had been that first and only crazy time, then somehow turn into almost a Nun on me? I decided there was no way in hell I was ever going to figure it out. I really did like her, Marilee was the most beautiful thing in the world to me, but I was getting tired of solo sexuality. I even thought of heading out to the clubs a few times, usually I could manage to attract something. But I was also close to dead tired when I got home each night so instead I went to bed. At first it was just a day or so that we didn't see each other, or at least talk on the phone. Then it was several days, finally over a week. I got completely distracted at one point, I had placed a bid on a very large house, the bid was high enough I knew I would make a pile on the deal. If I got it. But fat chance of that, I had already bid a bunch of contracts and didn't win any of them. The phone rang one afternoon, I got that job! Suddenly my life became a whirlwind of subs that were late or didn't show, things broken, deliveries late, phone calls, inspectors and their damned red tags, no end of things to deal with. Of course I had to buy materials, not exactly easy when there is no cash on hand. But the guy that owned the lumber yard knew me by then, he let me sign the ticket. I looked at the amount and almost choked, but I managed to keep a straight face. My life changed to getting up at 4 AM and dragging home way after dark. One inspector was a dead serious pain in the ass, he didn't like the headers for the windows, didn't like the framing job, he kept somehow being out of his office when I called. Finally I figured out he wanted his own garage rebuilt, so I bid it for him at cost. Oddly everything was all smiles after that. He even gave me his cell phone number. There is a learning curve in the construction business. The truth is that running a construction project is not easy. A few times in there I was thinking things would go smoother and faster if I just did it all myself. Around halfway through things settled down, the checks came in and went out, then one day it was done. Not as good as I had hoped but suddenly I had almost 8 grand in the bank and a nice new Dodge Magnum in the driveway with my name and logo on the side of it. Payments for the next 5 years or so but what the hell, gotta look prosperous. I handed the guy at the lumber yard a check, the biggest one I ever wrote in my entire life, doing my best to act like it was no big deal. He grinned, I grinned, everybody was happy. Within a week, I had tagged another job. It seems that one well done project, finished on time breeds another one. The whirlwind began again. During that time I was still seeing Marilee, but less than once a week or so. Some of those were dinner dates, a couple of times we went to a concert, but that was about it. They say that men think about sex dozens of times every hour, but that isn't true. Not with the phone ringing every 60 seconds, and a couple of dozen men to keep track of. I didn't think of sex more than once every 10-15 minutes. One Sunday morning I woke up to the Sun shining in my window. The news said it was going to be a hot one. I glanced out the window just as Marilee came out, she had on that microscopic bikini again. I poured myself a cup of coffee, planning on going out to join her when the door opened and Sam walked out. That was a shock to my system. I did notice he was fully dressed. He sat down in a lounge chair next to Marilee. They were talking, she kept shaking her head no. I couldn't hear what they were saying, though. Then he seemed to be pleading, Marilee jumped up and started for the house. Sam reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her back. She started to struggle but this guy was huge, she had no chance. I was out the door in a flash, I hopped the fence just as he looked up at me. The guy was probably going to kill me but what else could I do? "Let go of her!" I told him. "None of your fucking business, bud." He told me. "I think it is, let go of her!" He let go, Marilee stepped a few feet away. "Are you OK, Marilee?" I asked her. She nodded, but her face was flushed. I could see she was frightened. "Don't be manhandling the lady, Sam." I told him. "Just what the fuck are you going to do about it, bud?" He glared at me. "Whatever I have to." I looked right at him. Hell, Sam was huge, a good 50 pounds on me, I prepared myself to die. He glared at me for a moment or two. "Not fucking worth it." He muttered, then he turned and walked away. I watched as he straddled his huge bike. He reached down and touched the starter button, I got a giggle out of that. I had always thought big bad biker types used the kick starters. "You OK?" I asked Marilee again. "Yes. Thank you Danny." "What was that all about?" I asked. "Sam called me, he wanted to talk. I told him I didn't really want to go out with him any more. He just kept on, then he got mad and that is when you showed up." She stepped up to me and hugged me, her cheek turned sideways against my chest. "Well, I think he will leave you alone now." I had a small struggle, Marilee only had on that small sunbathing outfit. Finally she let go of me and stepped back. She stood there and looked at me for a few seconds, then she burst into tears and ran back inside her house. Global Warming Ch. 02 I stood there thinking I would never understand women or how they work. Nothing to do about it, I went back to my place. Tomorrow would be another day, I had permits to handle, workers to assign, schedules to keep. I clicked on the news, it was the usual drivel. I fell asleep in my chair. The phone woke me up about an hour later. "Hello?" "Hi Danny." Marilee's voice was quiet, hesitant. I sat bolt upright, thinking Sam was back. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Nothing, really. I was just thinking. Maybe you would like to...come over?" "Sure, what's up?" I was mildly confused. "Nothing. You will understand...when you get here." There was a soft giggle, then she hung up the phone. Now what the hell?, I thought. I went in and brushed my teeth, changed my shirt. Then I walked over to Marilee's house. I knocked on the door, that was different, usually she opened it before I could. "Come in." I heard her call out. I opened the door, then came to an abrupt stop. Marilee was sitting in her chair. She was stark naked! "I...uhhh.", I managed. "Well? Are you glad you came over?" She smiled at me. "Yea! But I..you..?" "I almost let you get away, didn't I?" She got up and walked over to me, tipped her head up for a kiss. I folded her snugly into my arms. Then she reached down and took my hand, tugged me towards her bedroom. I went right along with her. She pushed me back onto the bed, reached for my belt. "I want you, I want to make you happy." She said. "I thought you said you weren't this kind of girl?" I smiled at her as her hand slid down my stomach and wrapped around my fast growing erection. "I will be, with you! I want you to be my guy, Danny." She smiled. Then she leaned down and slid the end of my cock into her mouth. She made several amateurish attempts, then she stopped and looked at me. "I never did this before so if I am doing anything wrong, just tell me." I worked my way around to where I could reach her myself. "You are doing just fine!" I said as I felt her legs clench when my tongue touched her swollen lips. Things went into another of those whirlwinds, I lost track of time but at one point we were on the bed and fell off the side of it. Pounding. There was an insistent pounding. I shook my head, trying to clear it, then I realized someone was pounding on the door. Marilee wiggled her behind and slid back a little to get me out of her, then got up. I reluctantly let go of her. She reached into her closet and grabbed that same blue robe she wore the first time I was over. I lay there on her bed exhausted, almost glad for the time to catch my breath. I still hadn't climaxed yet, I had been trying to make it last. Marilee went out, shutting the bedroom door. "Don't go in there!" I heard Marilee yell a few seconds later. Then there was a string of curses, I was just reaching for my pants when the door slammed open. Sam stood there glaring at me. Just swell, there I was, naked as a jaybird, my dick still sticking straight up. "I get it. You have been fucking this dude?" He turned and looked at Marilee. She yelled at him to get out, he just stood there. "I told you I was sorry, what the fuck is up with this shit?" He growled at her. I took the opportunity to tug my pants on, stood up. I was thinking that if I could get my teeth sunk into him while he was killing me, at least there might be evidence left over. Sam turned back to me, then he looked at Marilee again and started laughing. "I don't believe this shit, you act like your pussy is solid fucking gold and here you are hosing the guy next door?" Hell, he acted like he thought it was funny. "Sam, it's none of your damned business!" Marilee was still yelling. "Well, fuck it, I am outa here!" He turned and walked out the door. A few seconds later I heard his bike start up with a roar and he was gone. I sat back down on the edge of the bed in relief. "That is one scary dude." I told her. "He just looks that way, he isn't really." She sat down beside me. "Well, where are we at, Marilee?" "I want to be with you. If you want me, Danny." She looked at me to see my reaction. "I think I will like that myself." I grinned. I reached out for her, feeling her boobs though the cloth of her robe. That felt kinda nice, actually. I managed to get her robe open, got her down on her back, her legs spread as wide as they would go. Lord did this woman have a spectacular body on her! I slid up into position, shoved myself back inside her as her hips came up to meet me. "I hope it is just like this after we are married." She said just as I rammed myself home. Damn near lost my woody with that one. Married? Oh, shit. Global Warming, Does It Exist? This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * What do you think? Does global warming really exist or is it just misinformation, scare tactics, and propaganda? "Happy 41st Earth Day Everyone!" Now that today is Earth Day, I was just wondering about global warming. With all the conservation and recycling that we all do to save the environment, the two are tied together. There are just as many people who think that global warming exist as there are who think that it doesn't exist. As polarized as hot and cold water and the ice age versus global warming, those who believe that global warming exists are Democrats, the party that cares more about people like me and you, versus the Republicans, the party that cares only about themselves and about big business, who believe that there's no such thing as global warming. Strange that the fate of our planet should be separated by political parties. When the Democrats take office, they try to reverse the effects of global warming. Then, when the Republicans take office, they reverse everything that the Democrats did. Isn't that a complete waste of their time and our money? I guess you already know what I think, but what do you think? Where do you stand on this issue? Forget about politics, what's the opinion of the rest of the world's scientific community? Surprisingly for those who believe there is no global warming and not surprising for those who believe there is global warming, those scientists throughout the world not prejudiced by and obligated to American politicians believe there is global warming. Even still, in this age of profit and greed, is global warming just another scam like was the Cold War of old? Our government made us fear the Russians, when Russia didn't even have a modern day communications system. Every time they showed a high ranking Russian politician's office he had multiple telephones on his desk. He didn't even have that important red telephone. Having the most basic of communications systems, they didn't even have a multiline telephone. Tell me, does anyone really believe the Warren Commission's findings over the assassination of President Kennedy? Does anyone know who was behind the assassinations of John Kennedy and his brother Robert Kennedy? Does anyone now care? You should because not only are the lies continuing but also the scams have gotten worse than just assassinating a President of the United States. More recently, with our government's contention that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction, as our justification to go to war with them, after a while, with all the lies our presidents have told the American public over the years, I have great difficulty believing anything our elected leaders say, when a disgraced President Nixon left Washington after lying about Watergate. The greatest actor playing the greatest role for eight, long years, without even winning an Oscar, we are still uncovering the lies that our puppet President Ronald Reagan told surrounding the Iran-Contra scandal. "Read my lips. No new taxes," said George H. W. Bush. Instead of fixing the economy he started the Gulf War, before taxing the shit out of the rest of us. "I did not have sex with that woman," said Bill Clinton staring into the camera, when lying about having sex with Monica Lewinski. I dunno, maybe it's just me, but I always thought that a blowjob constituted having sex, be it with a man or a woman. "The war is officially over," said our Commander in Chief, George W. Bush, when standing on of all ships, the USS Abraham Lincoln, about the war in Iraq. Instead of fixing the economy, he bombed Iraq. No accident that he was aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln, was that because we'd more readily believe the lies he so desperately hoped all of us would believe, when he was standing on a ship named after honest Abe? Sadly and deeply disconcertingly, I find it difficult to believe my own government. Even long before most of us were born, there's still those who believe that our government knew long in advance that the Japanese planned to bomb Pearl Harbor. Most recently, there are those who firmly believe that our government knew about the plot to fly planes into the Twin Towers. I can see the eggheads from Harvard and MIT sitting around a conference table in a Think Tank in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with advanced quantum mechanics and mathematic formulas computing human casualties, while weighing the advantages against the disadvantages of stopping the terrorists or not. Only, they miscalculated. They didn't know those towers would collapse and so many people, especially police, fire, and EMT's would die that fateful day. How dare they? Then, there's the Secretary of the Treasury, Henry Paulson, opening the United States treasury vaults to bankrupt banks, insurance companies, and his buddies at Goldman Sachs to bail them out, while the rest of us lost our jobs and our homes. They didn't even properly account for which banks took how much money. Are you kidding me? "C'mon in. No pushing. There's plenty of money for everyone. Take what you want. Take what you need. Yeah, that's right. Don't forget to take enough to cover those multi-million dollar bonuses that you need to pay at year end to those investment analysts who created and caused this recession." Meanwhile, as if they were at a Security and Exchange casino gambling not with their own money, but with the futures of the rest of us, the big players of Wall Street became billionaires with derivatives and questionable, if not illegal, investments, at best. Even with our trusted watchdog embroiled in the scandal, the SEC, no one was watching the store. We've been robbed! We've been had! Sorry, but if a black man stole a loaf of bread to feed his children, he'd get twenty years in jail. Why has none of these people, except for Madoff, gone to jail? Bush and Chaney should be executed for what they did to all of us. Sorry, but I don't believe anything my government tells me and I question everything they say. Now, our government is picking the pockets of the poorest of the poor, our retired, those on a fixed income and collecting Social Security. With articles printed online telling people not to start collecting Social Security at 62-years-old, but to wait until they are 70-years-old, hoping they'll die and will never collect, the fund is bankrupt they say. There's not enough money to cover those that are working now, they say. Why is that? I remember when the Republicans controlled the White House and the Senate and during a midnight session, when the rest of us were sleeping, they passed a law and opened the Social Security vault and took our retirement money to pay for the War in Iraq. I guess you didn't know that, huh? I guess they forgot about that, huh? So, what does our presidents lying to us have to do with Global Warming? What does Wall Street have to do with Global Warming? Everything. It's all a big game to those top 1% of the population who have the money to manipulate popular thought by placing a few ads, stories, songs, books, and movies, along with star studded celebrity endorsements to change public perception, public opinion, and social conscience. Even our most educated and highly revered academicians are duped, especially when there's grant money involved and tied to scientist and professors forming their opinion about global warming. My assessment is that we, the average Joe and Jane, cannot believe anyone. Unfortunately, it's up to us to find out the truth, so that we can form our own opinion without being led, lied to, confused, and confounded as to what to believe and what to think. If I believe anyone at all, I believe those scientist living on the polar ice cap that say, "The ice is melting." Is our government lying to us yet, again about global warming? Just by throwing the fact that there may be or not be global warming, just by spinning the global warming scenarios will make Americans spend and waste their money, whether they believe one way or the other. Whatever anyone spends, those for global warming and those against global warming, it all goes into the government's tax coffers. Whether global warming exists or not, it's a win/win for our government. The rest of us just get to pay the bill. Now that Earth Day is quickly approaching, the one day that we all stop and hold our planet in high regard, with our politicians on both sides of the aisle arguing for and arguing against global warming, what do you think? There are those Washington politicians who passionately believe there is global warming and there are those who vehemently believe there is no such thing as global warming. Just as there is evidence that the ice caps are melting, there's talk that we're coming into another ice age. Who do you believe? Well, how can we have an ice age and global warming at the same time? It doesn't make any sense. Nonetheless, I'm leaning with those who believe there is global warming. In the way we have destroyed the planet, since humans first stepped on Earth with our huge carbon footprints, millions of cars, trucks, buses, and factories that pollute the air, the soil, and the water, one would have to be an idiot to think that we're not destroying the planet and that we're not responsible for causing global warming. It seems to me, with so many who believe that global warming exist and with so many who believe that global warming doesn't exist, in yet another financial tug of war, our politicians can make believable arguments either way. Yet, when you remove the politicians with their personal and corporate agendas from the argument, when you just gather up all the egg headed scientists, the consensus of opinion is that there is global warming and unless we act now to reverse it, we're all doomed. Whether there is global warming or not, I'm just tired of all the bullshit. Why do we elect these people to Congress in the first place? Aren't they suppose to represent us? There's the real problem. The Republicans represent big businesses, the rich people, and the Democrats represent the rest of us, kind of, a little bit, but not really, and definitely not all the time. "Ask not what your country can do for you, but ask what you can do for your country," said President Kennedy. Jesus Christ, how true was that gem? We were all too naive and dumb to understand the true meaning of that slogan. Truth be told, we've all done more than enough for our country, be it paying taxes or sacrificing our sons and daughters in money based wars. Now it's time our country did something for us. It's time our country stops starting wars, fix the economy, and cough all of us up some jobs, while making plans to take care of us in retirement. The rest of this stuff is all just bullshit to get more of our money that we don't have and no longer can afford to give. "I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everyone knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under their counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen more homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living room. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to do is to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head your and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head your and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head your and yell, and say, it: 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!', said Peter Finch playing Howard Beale in Network. That movie was made back in 1976, thirty-five years ago. You thought it was just a movie, didn't you? You thought it was just entertainment, didn't you? You weren't as mad as Hell then, as you are now. You were just starting to live the good life, the life your parents lived, when working for one company for thirty years, collecting a pension, and retiring to Florida. Now, look at you, out of a job, evicted from your home, out of money, and out of hope. ARE YOU FUCKING MAD NOW? If not, then you should be. No matter if you believe there is global warming or don't believe there is global warming, when you wade through all the millions of words written about global warming, it's all about money, not for you, but for 'them'. I'm tired of these so call public servants, such an oxymoronic phrase, public servant my ass. How can they possibly serve the public by pushing their own personal agendas and leave public office richer than when they entered. With all the big business interests, the lobbyists lobbying, the greed, the power, the influence, and the corruption that happens in Washington and everywhere else in America, why should the average Joe or Jane believe what any politician whether Republican or Democrat says? There is an enormous amount of money to be made on Wall Street, on the pretense of all of us doing the right thing to reverse the effects of global warming. For sure, global warming is a big business. With the average American recycling recyclables, conserving energy, walking with a smaller carbon footprint, trading in their big, gas guzzling cars to buy smaller fuel efficient ones to, supposedly, help save the planet from devastation, destruction and all things living from extinction, just answer me this one simple question. I really need to know. Does global warming really exist or is it just another scheme for our politicians and the big businesses that they represent to get rich off the backs of all of us? With both sides making good arguments, those who are for and those who are against global warming, it's difficult to know if global warming exist or if it doesn't. I can't help but wonder if global warming and everything else that personally affect our lives isn't created by a bunch of really rich, really smart men and women locked away in private rooms in a Think Tank in Cambridge, Massachusetts. The truth is we may not know the truth, until it's too late. The truth is the average person doesn't care if there's global warming or not, as they are too busy working and too tired to care. What do you think? What do you believe? Which side are you siding with and against? Do you believe there really is global warming or are you of the opinion that there is no global warming and that the Earth is going through a warming cycle before it goes through a cooling cycle? There is as much evidence that the Earth is getting warmer, as that the Earth is getting cooler. Yet, then they show all those videos of the melting ice cap, glaciers, and icebergs. There are as many scientist who can name fauna and flora that have gone extinct, as there are scientists that can name new fauna and flora that they recently discovered. And what about those polar bears that we see trapped on a floating piece of ice without food and that are now too far away from shore to swim for safety or is that bullshit, too? Who can we believe? Who can we trust? Does anyone have our best interest at heart? Maybe we all should just sit back and do nothing. With the balance of nature and the strong will survive, if a plant or an animal goes extinct, maybe, beyond our understanding, it was meant to do that. Perhaps humans shouldn't be part of that equation. Yet, we are part of that equation in the way that we polluted the air, fouled the water, and poisoned the soil. We've already skewed nature by our unnatural interference. What are your thoughts? Only, regarding Earth Day and, more specifically, global warming, I'd really like to know, if there is such a phenomena of global warming. What does our government know about global warming that they aren't telling us? Or is that classified information that we won't have available to us for 20 years, when we'd have to use the Freedom of Information Act to retrieve it and read it, after it's too late to reverse the mess they've created? When did they know it? What are they not telling us? Who knew what, when, and where? 'Fess up, I'm tired of all the lies, mumbo jumbo, and half truths. We all want the truth. We don't want someone spinning lies to make it sound as if they are telling us the truth. Is there global warming or not? And if there is global warming, what can we do, if anything, about it? * Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading my story.