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'''Conservative parables''' are stories that illustrate a [[conservative]] insight. The stories are typically based on real events.
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Junmyeon was usually a patient man. Pragmatic and understanding. But now he was just hurt. It has been three weeks since he last saw Sehun. His funny and sassy Boyfriend? Lover? He didn’t even know. He could remember the exact moment where everything just fucked up. They had spent an awesome night. Dining with Chanyeol and his new boytoy Jongin has been surprisingly fun. Sehun had been a sassy little shit like always. It was turning Junmyeon on so badly. He knew now. He didn’t like his stupid friend, Chanyeol, who was denying his feelings all the way down. He knew that he loved? Sehun as much as he can love someone. He wasn’t supposed to get attached. He asked himself more than once where he messed up and literally fall in love with the younger boy. He didn’t know, it was just an evidence now. They had spent such a lovely night that Junmyeon confessed to Sehun. Maybe it has been too early. He wasn’t really experienced in confession and lovey dovey shit. It has been a challenge. He really thought that Sehun would do the same but he didn’t.
  
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== The Broken Bicycle ==
 
  
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One morning in [[New York City]] a crowd of pedestrians waited for the streetlight to change so that they could cross the intersection. The sidewalk corner was crowded with people, as it often is, and one pedestrian stepped slightly into the street in anticipation of crossing it. But at that moment a messenger on a bicycle was moving quickly through the intersection, and was thrown off balance by hitting the pedestrian's foot.  The bicycle crashed, destroying it beyond repair.
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He just left without a word. Junmyeon didn’t do anything to make him stay. He just stayed still, without a word. He couldn’t even think straight. What the fuck just happened? Had he just been rejected? Well, apparently. But that wasn’t the worst.
  
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The crowd gasped in horror, but the bicyclist was unharmed.  His bicycle, however, had been ruined.  One bystander, observing that the fault was due to the pedestrian, wanted to donate so that the bicyclist could buy a replacement.  But the bystander could not afford to give him much money. So instead the bystander took out a $5 bill and handed it to the bicyclist in front of the crowd.
 
  
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Others then followed that example and made donations of their own to the bicyclist. Before long he had enough to buy a replacement for his bicycle, and was back at work by the afternoon.
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He has wanted to apologise to Sehun during a week or so. He called him every day. Leaving a vocal message, giving him rendez vous. They had to talk face to face. He excused so many times. And that is true. Junmyeon was sorry, sorry for having made things awkward like that. Sorry because it was obviously the worst timing ever. But Sehun never answer. Even Chanyeol didn’t know a thing. Even so Jongin was Sehun’s best friend it was like he didn’t say anything to anyone. That is where Suho started to get really sad. He wasn’t expecting such a reaction. From Sehun, who was being a coward or from himself, who had been getting attached so easily. The next two weeks had been the worst. Junmyeon didn’t want to do anything anymore. Working? He was already rich, that was just a pain in the ass. Going out with Chanyeol and Jongin? If it was to just be a witness of their intense happiness Junmyeon preferred to stay at home. Making out and returning home with pretty boys to fuck them until the sun down? He didn’t feel like it.
  
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== The Desperate Smoker==
 
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[[Image:Ashtray.jpg|thumb|150px|Is charity really charity if it just goes up in [[cigarette|smoke]]?]]
 
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A smoker was in a drug store to purchase a pack of [[cigarette]]s.  Short on cash, he emptied all his pockets in order to scrounge up with every last penny he had.  The cashier counted all the change but found it was ten cents short of the total required for the cheapest pack of cigarettes.
 
  
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The smoker desperately turned to the man standing behind him and asked him for a dime. The bystander clearly had a spare dime.
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It has been torture. It had been the fourth week where Junmyeon started to feel anger. He was furious. Furious about the fact that for the first time of his life he had been honest with someone he loved and that they rejected him. Furious about himself for being such a miserable human being. Furious against Sehun, who played with his feelings, who was being once again a bratty little shit.
  
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Should the bystander give the smoker a dime so he can purchase the pack of cigarettes?
 
  
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The bystander, who is generous by nature, did something more difficult for him: he denied the request and instead urged the smoker to "kick the habit." 
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Junmyeon stopped going out. It has been days, he was just roaming around his apartment like a zombie. He was sitting on his couch with a glass of wine in his right hand the entire bottle on the left. His black shirt was almost completely unbuttoned because even if he was a zombie he was still an aesthetically pleasing one. His black and silky locks were a mess sticking to his forehead. He knew he was drunk. The name of the bottle was now a mess of letters. He was pretty sure he could speak french an hour ago. He was almost asleep when someone ringed. He gets up, grumpy, the bottle still in his hands. He was for sure not ready to see Sehun at his door.
  
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The smoker then gathered all his change and left the store.
 
  
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== The Fasting Woman ==
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« What? Jun? What.. -What the fuck are you doing here? -Jongin… He told me to come to discuss here. You are not with Chan, on his trip? You weren’t supposed to be there… -What the…. I wasn’t supposed to be there… This is still my fucking house! -I am gonna leave.. -Oh the hell no you are not! Come the hell inside! »
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A woman had been fasting for several days and was quite weak. It was Sunday morning, and she wondered whether she had enough strength to attend church. It would have been easy to justify not going, as she had already shown her love and devotion to God that week. But she decided to attend the services anyway. Without eating any breakfast, she prepared herself for the late morning service. She got dressed, gathered her purse and belongings, and drove off to the church.
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The church was filled for the late-morning service, with many hundreds of worshipers. The woman sat near the back and watched the pews fill up with members of the community, young and old. The service was about to begin. The woman then heard an unusual commotion outside, including several loud noises and shouts. She turned around several times to look at the door to the church. Her intuition told her something was wrong.
 
  
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Suddenly, a large, armed man burst through the door and began firing his gun at the hundreds of worshipers, children and all. The woman mustered all her strength and pulled out her own gun from her bag.  She then shot the intruder.  Stunned, and expecting to die from her shot, the intruder reacted by killing himself.  The worshipers in the church were all saved. Afterwards, the woman said that she had been "praying to God that he direct me" in what to do in life.<ref>[http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/14817480/detail.html ''God Guided Me And Protected Me.''] 7 News: The Denver Channel</ref>
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Junmyeon was furious. It must have reflected on his face because Sehun do just as he said. It was probably the first time Sehun obey him like that. He hoped it would keep going.
  
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== The Troubled Pregnancy ==
 
  
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A pregnant woman was doing missionary work in the Philippines. Due to contaminated drinking water in an impoverished area, the woman contracted amoebic dysentery while pregnant.  This required that she take strong medications in order to recover.
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« Where the hell were you? It’s been a fucking month. I called you so many fucking times! I’ve been waiting for you to answer »
  
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The woman's doctor told her that the medication inevitably caused irreversible damage to the developing unborn child in her womb.  The doctor advised the woman to have an [[abortion]].  The doctor told the woman that she would be burdened with a disabled child and it would be better to get rid of the unborn child now through [[abortion]].
 
  
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The woman refused to have the [[abortion]] and subsequently gave birth to a baby boy, whom she named Timothy.
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Sehun said nothing. He was perfect, almost exactly like Junmyeon remembered. His silky platinum blond hair was styled in a way that some stroke of hair was falling on his forehead. He wasn’t wearing his black fitting suit, but a big coat with a fluffy hood. He looked tired and had he lose weight?
  
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Twenty years later, [[Tim Tebow]] was recognized as the best college football player in the [[United States]] by winning the [[Heisman Trophy]], the first to win that prestigious award as only a sophomore.<ref>[https://www.lifesitenews.com/ldn/2007/dec/07121108.html This parable is based on the birth and life of Tim Tebow]</ref>
 
  
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== The Lost $40 ==
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« I can accept a fucking ton of things. I’ve been such a patient person with you… You know that normally I don’t do patience, not with my boyfriends. »
  
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One day a teenager received $40 from his father.  The teenager then had to drive somewhere, and he put the $40 on the seat of his car.  After going in and out of the car several times, and driving with the windows open, the $40 was gone.  He searched and searched for it, but could not find it anywhere.
 
  
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He then spent dozens of hours agonizing over the lost $40, obsessed with having lost it.  It bothered him for weeks, even months. He still remembered it years later.
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Sehun was just looking at Junmyeon. His face was blank, but it was sehun, and except a cocky grin it was the only expression Junmyeon has ever seen from him. Junmyeon was now walking toward the young man. He wasn’t sad anymore, he was just furious. « You don’t know what you've done to me, ohhhh Sehun why did you come, you just made things even more complicated… » Sehun gulped. But before losing his composure, he turned around and started walking toward the living room.
  
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One day he realized that, based on the prevailing wage for teenagers of $8 per hour, that $40 was worth no more than about 6 hours of his time (after taxes).  If he had simply worked rather than worry, he would have quickly "found" the $40 and accomplished something in the process.
 
  
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== The Flop ==
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« What! Running away from me again! » Junmyeon enter the living room, seeing Sehun standing still in the middle of the room. He was staring at the mess. Ah yeah the mess. « What have you done… » Junmyeon raised his brow. « None of your business. Tell me why you leave and get the hell out of here. » Wait Junmyeon said he was a patient person? Pragmatic and stuff? No, he wasn’t. Even at work he was a bitch, the only thing saving him was that he was the best at his job. In his personal life, it was the same. A lot of people worshipping his money and not a lot of friends. Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were what could be considered hise fiends. His love life had always been a mess. He never fell in love before. Before. Because now the man he was in love with was in his living room after three weeks of silence and Junmyeon was angry.
  
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A skinny young man with limited athletic ability had a determination to do his very best and win.  He picked the high jump event, but could clear only about 5' 3", nowhere near what was needed to win any competitions.  But he worked tirelessly, trying all known techniques for jumping over a bar.  Still, he could not improve to the point where he could win.
 
  
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Yet he did not give up, and harnessed his competitive spirit to invent a revolutionary style of jumping back-first over the bar.  Though lacking the athletic gifts of his competitors, the young man improved his jumping ability by a foot and more.  He began to win.
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« Stop fucking playing Jun… What the hell have you been doing… »
  
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His peculiar style attracted mockery and name-calling, as people derided his technique as the "flop".  But that did not faze him, and he continued to jump in the direction opposite to all his competitors.  Despite winning the national college high jump event, experts still considered his success to be a fluke and his approach to be a joke.
 
  
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When it came time for the [[Olympics]], no one considered the young man to have a chance, and his more athletic competitors were favorites to win the high jump event.  The whole world was riveted to the television screen as the young man flawlessly cleared every height as the bar was raised again and again.  When the bar was finally raised to an Olympic record height of 7' 4 1/4", only the young man and his "flop" were able to jump over it.  He had won the gold medal.
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Junmyeon didn’t even hesitated.
  
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Virtually immediately everyone else, including those who had mercilessly mocked him, began praising and imitating his style.  To this day it is known as the "[[Fosbury Flop]]."<ref>http://www.usatf.org/halloffame/TF/showBio.asp?HOFIDs=57</ref>
 
  
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== The Difficult Science Problem ==
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« I’ve been waiting for you.»
  
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Physics 401 was the most difficult course in the entire college, having problem sets that would take many hours to complete each week.  The students often worked on the homework together, as allowed and even encouraged by the professor.  Students were also able to consult books and online resources in solving problems.
 
  
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As the course progressed, the problems became increasingly difficult and complex. Some students were better than others at solving the problems. Reputations developed about which students had answers, and which ones did not.
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It sounded way less pathetic in his head. But he discovered a new part of the spectrum that is Oh Sehun emotions. He was surprised and a bit sad, and was it blush on his cheeks… Junmyeon couldn’t take it anymore. He came closer to Sehun. He was way taller than Junmyeon but it had never bothered the older man. He always thought it was pretty sexy.
  
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Near the end of the course, the teacher assigned a particularly difficult problem to the class.  The night before it was due, the students gathered as they had been throughout the course, and worked as hard as they could to find the answer.  One student who had a reputation for not being as smart claimed he had the answer, and started to explain it to the others.  But the smarter students quickly rejected his approach to the problem and told him to be quiet.  Despite trying several times to describe his answer, he was ignored.
 
  
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The next day the students handed in their homeworks, and the following week the professor returned their graded papers.  He said that only one student had answered the difficult problem correctly.  That student was the one who had tried to explain it to the others, but they would not listen. 
 
  
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The one student had found the correct answer in a book not used by the other students.
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« Look what you’ve done. »
  
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== The [[Prodigal Son]] Has Children ==
 
  
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A good man had two sons.  One of them was defiant and insisted on ignoring and disobeying his father, leaving him, and then squandering his money on immoral living in a distant land.  He refused to return to his father to ask forgiveness.
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His voice was soft, almost sad, and Sehun seemed to soften a little.
  
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Eventually the defiant son had children of his own.  Living in squalor, his own suffering children would ask him about their grandfather.  One day his own children asked why they never visit Grandpa.
 
  
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For the first time the man looked at himself objectively, and realized how illogical and wrong it was for him to abandon his own father.  He finally returned to home to ask for forgiveness, and brought his children with him.
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« I am not playing anymore… »
  
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==The Conservative Conference==
 
  
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A [[conservative]] conference was scheduled for Sept. 25, 2001, expecting most attendees to travel by air. Unfortunately, on Sept. 11, 2001 there was the [[9/11]] terrorist hijacking of airplanes and a national crisis resulting in the grounding of airplanes for a week and widespread panic.
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Sehun gulped again. What the fuck happened to Junmyeon. He was lowkey scarring him right now. « If only you had a bit of esteem for me… A fucking call, even a text, just to tell me that everything was over. But no. You just said nothing. »
  
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As a result, most conferences were cancelled, and the few that were held were poorly attended.  Airplanes flew nearly empty for several weeks after they were allowed to fly.
 
  
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Though he expected few others to attend, one [[conservative]] rejected the objections of his family and flew out to the conference. He saw only two other passengers on his 140-seat airplane. He checked into the hotel and felt that at least he could cheer up the conference organizers when no one else showed up.
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Sehun understood. But he needed this time alone. He didn’t want to end their relationship before he had had time to think about it. Saying that Junmyeon’s confession had surprised him would be an understatement. He needed to leave. But he knew that he had done every thing wrong. But now he knew. His feelings, he was ready. He wanted to talk to Jongin about that and find a way to talk to Junmyeon after that. He wasn’t ready to see Junmyeon. The shock had been so strong. Junmyeon… Sehun couldn’t explain what he was doing to make him feel this way. When his look crossed the one of the shortest man, he had lost it. Junmyeon was a mess, a mess with angry and dark eyes, rock hard abs peeking through his unbuttoned dress shirt, red lips that were asking to be kissed. But he was also thinner than a month ago, his eyes were tired, he was visibly drunk… Sehun wasn't sure he could handle it.
  
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But to his great surprise, everyone else showed up.  The other attendees concluded that both [[logic]] and [[faith]] weighed in favor of traveling to the conference.  There was no logical reason for staying home, and [[faith]] eliminated any anxiety.  In fact, the [[conservatives]] did not even waste time discussing their decisions to attend, at a time when nearly all other travelers acted irrationally and avoided airplanes.
 
  
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== The Convert ==
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« I needed time… -And you know what I needed… A GODDAMN ANSWER!WAS THAT TOO MUCH! »
  
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Born in 1910, this child suffered from a physical handicap as a youngster and could not attend regular school. He had to wear leg braces and was eventually enrolled in a school for "physical defectives." But that school was managed by the same organization that ran the school for "mental defectives" and, as he later explained, there was "some overlapping in the curriculum." As a result,
 
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he spent his days in basket-weaving classes, and was deprived of any formal academic instruction until age 10.
 
  
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But he worked hard, and eventually found his way to the [[London School of Economics]], the top school of its kind in the world.
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Sehun was taken aback when he felt a strong hold on his wrist. Junmyeon dragged him further into the apartment and Sehun knew where he was heading. To the bedroom. Sehun took a deep breath. When they enter the bedroom Sehun was shook. The bedroom was intact, everything was clean, neat. Have he sleep there ? Or did he sleep elsewhere?…
  
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He was an avid [[socialist]], as were most of his fellow students.  But in his senior year, he happened to take an [[economics]] seminar taught by Professor [[Arnold Plant]]. That course was devoted to the "[[invisible hand]]."  It did not have any readings, and focused on stimulating discussions instead.
 
  
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This young man's prior educational background may not have given him as much knowledge as his classmates, but it did give him an open mind.  This single course changed his life, as he embraced the logic and power of the free market.
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« Jun listen to me… -No »
  
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Later he immigrated to the United States and became an economics professor.  But unlike most of his colleagues, he avoided mathematical equations and formulae, bucking the modern trend in his field.
 
  
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His extraordinary insight was that the free market always reaches the most efficient level of productive activity, in the absence of [[transaction costs]].
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Sehun felt himself fall on the bed. What the fuck.
  
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In 1991, he was the sole recipient of the Nobel Prize in Economics.  His name is [[Ronald Coase]].  To this day [[liberals]] fail to give him the recognition he earned.<ref>[http://www.jpands.org/vol12no2/schlafly.pdf The Coase Theorem: The Greatest Economic Insight of the 20th Century]</ref>
 
  
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== The Wall ==
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« Take off your coat. »
  
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The leader of a nation traveled to a distant land, and planned to deliver a speech there.  This leader was not known for having great intelligence, and in fact was often ridiculed within his own country.  He wondered what he should say in the foreign country while he was there.
 
  
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For decades, there had been a massive wall in this foreign land which denied its inhabitants the freedom to travel and visit relatives, or simply move to places having greater opportunity. Inhabitants who tried to surmount the wall were shot and killed.  The region enclosed by the wall was subjected to communism; outside the wall capitalism and freedom existed.
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Junmyeon was agitated. Sehun did as he said.
  
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The leader began to focus on the wall in connection with his planned speech, and  proposed uttering the bold command, "tear down this wall."
 
  
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But his top advisers, who were very experienced in politics and foreign policy, were adamantly against such a bold statement.  They insisted on removing it from the speech.  As each draft circulated these experts took the phrase out, but each time the leader inserted this phrase back in.  The experts felt the phrase made the leader look foolish and hopelessly naive, and could not possibly have a positive effect.  The experts were sure it would subject their leader to even more ridicule than he already endured.
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« I didn’t come into this room for weeks. »
  
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But the leader did not care about the potential for ridicule, and he wanted to say what he felt was best for his audience.  He ignored his experts and delivered the bold command as part of his speech.
 
  
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The leader's advisers were horrified when they heard the words delivered in the actual speech.  They braced for a backlash and criticism.
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So he didn’t sleep… Junmyeon turned around.
  
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But two years later, to the amazement of the entire world, this wall that had stood for decades was torn down exactly as the leader courageously suggested.<ref>http://www.usnews.com/usnews/news/articles/070610/18speeches.htm</ref>
 
  
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== The Fly Ball ==
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One Sunday afternoon a dozen teenagers gathered for a game of coed softball against a rival team from another [[church]].  As the first team's coach assigned his players to positions in the field, he noticed a new player on his team whom he had seen only before in church services.  She suffered from a severe case of [[cerebral palsy]], making it difficult for her to walk or use her arms.  But she always had a smile on her face, and she brought a [[softball]] glove to play.
 
  
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The coach, against his better judgment, told her to be the right-fielder.  The coach knew that in softball the ball is hit to the right field less frequent than to other positions.  This was supposed to be a friendly game between churches, but turned out to be far more competitive than that.
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Junmyeon leaned on Sehun. His hot breath tickling him, sending shivers in his entire body.
  
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The game went smoothly for several innings.  But the other team was good, and it was hitting the ball hard.
 
  
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The inevitable disaster then struck in the 6th inning, with several runners on base and two outs.  A batter for the other team hit a line drive directly at the right fielder.
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« Baby boy you have no idea of what I am going to do to you… »
  
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The coach, and indeed his entire team, turned in dreadful anticipation as they watched the ball travel at a high speed right at the player with cerebral palsy.
 
  
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The player held up her glove and the ball smacked directly into its pocket.  She had caught the third out.  Her team erupted in cheers and her ever-present smile glowed even wider.  Her team went on to win the game.
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'''''Her teammates were inspired more by her catch than by anything else they saw the entire year'''''.
 
  
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== The Story of Two Psychiatrists -- Or How To Deal With Liberal Critics ==
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''Rowland Evans, the famed columnist, was having lunch with Ronald Reagan in 1987, six years into his presidency, a milestone by which the previous five presidents had been defeated, resigned in disgrace, refused to consider reelection, or assassinated. Somehow, Reagan was shining through, making it look easy, and was enormously popular. Evans, a tough old newsman, was in awe. He looked Reagan in the eye and said, “You know, Mr. President, I’ve known you for more than twenty years. I first met you in 1966, and the amazing thing is that you don’t look any older now than you did back then, and the criticism never gets you down. How do you do it?”''
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In response, Reagan offered a parable. "Let me explain it this way":
 
  
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Let me tell you the story of the two psychiatrists — the old psychiatrist and the young psychiatrist — who had a practice together. They’d come into their office every day just bubbling with enthusiasm, always happy, upbeat, smiling, and chipper. Then they’d go into their separate suites and have patients come in and lie on the couch all day and talk about the woes in their lives. At 6:00&nbsp;p.m. they’d come out and the young psychiatrist would be devastated, wiped out by the day, with a stomachache, and just miserable. The old psychiatrist would be just as chipper and smiling and upbeat as he was when he went in that morning. This went on for a number of months.
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Sehun knew what liked Junmyeon in bed. He wasn’t like Jongin. The entire daddy kink wasn’t his stuff. He wasn’t an obedient baby.
  
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Finally one day they came out at 6:00&nbsp;p.m., the young psychiatrist devastated as usual, and the old psychiatrist just as happy and smiling as he was when went in. The young psychiatrist stopped him and said, “I don’t understand it. We do the same thing every day, and I leave wiped out by hearing patients all day, and you come out after patients have been streaming in and out of your office just as upbeat as ever. How do you do it?”
 
  
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'''The old psychiatrist paused a minute and said, “I never listen.” ''' <ref>[http://www.humanevents.com/article.php?id=33189 Bob Novak, a Giant of Journalism ]</ref>
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« What the fuck is wrong with you.. -Always such a disobedient brat. Baby boy. You don’t understand what is gonna happen. »
  
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== Welfare ==
 
  
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So, I was talking to this little girl Catherine, the daughter of some friends, and she said she wanted to be President some day.
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Sehun shivered at his words.
  
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Both of her parents, [[liberal]] [[Democrats]], were standing there with us - and I asked Catherine - "If you were President what would be the first thing you would do?"
 
  
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Catherine replied - "I would give houses to all the homeless people."
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"Wow - what a worthy goal you have there, Catherine." I told her, "You don't have to wait until you're President to do that, you can come over to my house and clean up all the dog poop in my back yard and I will pay you $5. Then we can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $5 to use for a new house."
 
  
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Catherine thought that over for a second, while her mom looked at me seething, and Catherine replied, "why doesn't the homeless guy come over and clean up the dog poop and you can just pay him the $5?"
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Sehun knew he’d gone to far.
  
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And I said, "Welcome to the [[Republican Party]]."
 
  
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==The University Assignment==
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« Who do you think you are hmm? Leaving me like this. Without a fucking news for weeks… You think I am pissed, oh Baby boy you have no idea. Daddy is gonna punish you so badly. Your ass is gonna remember this for week. »
  
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A young student studying his first [[Politics]] assignment picked to answer the question - "Have we reached the end of political ideology?" The young student, as this was his first paper, studied hard and long to argue that there has been a rise in conservative thought in recent years as a response to growing [[globalization]] and encroaching [[liberalism]]. The lecturer gave the paper low marks despite solid referencing and an extensive bibliography. The young student felt slighted by this as he had put in many hours work. Instead of bowing down and re-writing the assignment according to [[professor values|his lecturer's standards]], the student petitioned the head of department to have his paper and final mark reviewed and also got several others to back him. In the end the student got an A grade.
 
  
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== The Little Red Hen - Ronald Reagan Version ==
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Sehun felt Junmyeon lips. He was so hungry. He was so aggressive. He was biting his lips, pushing his tongue so violently into his mouth.
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'''''"About a year ago I imposed a little poetry on you. It was called "The Incredible Bread Machine" and made a lot of sense with reference to matters economic. You didn't object too much so having gotten away with it once I'm going to try again. This is a little treatise on basic economics called 'The Modern little Red Hen.'"''''' <ref>[https://books.google.com/books?id=wS6LcPIDRFIC&lpg=PA381&dq=%22Ronald%20Reagan%3A%20the%20power%20of%20conviction%20and%20the%20success%20of%20his%20presidency%22%20%22Little%20Red%20Hen%22&pg=PA380#v=onepage&q=&f=false ''Ronald Reagan'' By Peter J. Wallison]</ref>
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Once upon a time there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors and said 'If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?'
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« Jun stop! »
  
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"Not I, " said the cow.
 
  
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"Not I," said the duck.
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Junmyeon laughed.
  
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"Not I," said the pig.
 
  
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"Not I," said the goose.
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« Jun? Hmm? Who do you think you are? I am not Jun or Junmyeon to you. I am not sure if you deserve to call my name. »
  
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"Then I will," said the little red hen. And she did. The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
 
  
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"Not I," said the duck.
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Junmyeon licked his lips, Sehun watching as he was slowly falling apart.
  
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"Out of my classification," said the pig.
 
  
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"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
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« Don’t touch me, Junmyeon. » Sehun looked surprised, eyes wide. Junmyeon had never been like this.
  
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"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose.
 
  
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"Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did.
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Junmyeon moved closer, pushing him against the mattress and placing his hands on either side of the taller boy’s torso.
  
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At last the time came to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake bread?" asked the little red hen.
 
  
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"That would be overtime for me," said the cow.
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“Isn’t that exactly what you want though, baby? You want my hands on your body, don’t you? My tongue on your neck, my cock…” Junmyeon chuckled,
  
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"I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.
 
  
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"I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.
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“Jun, please…”
  
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"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose.
 
  
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"Then I will," said the little red hen.
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Junmyeon mouth quickly connected with Sehun’s again, bodies moving against each other in perfect rhythm. Sehun hands tugged at the older boy’s hair in defiance while Junmyeon tongue fought for dominance in the heat of the kiss.
  
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She baked five loaves and held them up for the neighbors to see.
 
  
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They all wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, "No, I can eat the five loaves myself."
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Junmyeon's hands found Sehun’s hips, holding him against his growing cock.
  
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"Excess profits," cried the cow.
 
  
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"Capitalist leech," screamed the duck.
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“I could feel you are missing me, baby… Feel you are missing my taste, my touch,” Junmyeon mumbled.
  
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"I demand equal rights," yelled the goose.
 
  
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And the pig just grunted.
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Sehun's let out a soft whimper of despair. He wanted to fight. To resist. He knew it was too late.
  
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And they painted "unfair" picket signs and marched round and around the little red hen shouting obscenities.
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He tugged at the older boy’s shirt, cueing him to take it off. The gunman was one of the most beautiful people inthe world. And Sehun was best friend with Kim Jongin. But Jun had this thing. In addition, of his killer body. A thing that melted every barrier Sehun had always kept up. Junmyeon finally throw away his shirt, pressing his body even closer. Sehun was suffocating. It was too much. He was gonna die. Junmyeon almost ripped off Sehun’s shirt. He was staring at him with so much passion.
  
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When the government agent came, he said to the little red hen, "You must not be greedy."
 
  
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"But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
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« Well baby boy… You’ve hidden yourself from me. »
  
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"Exactly," said the agent. "That's the wonderful free enterprise system. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants.
 
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But under our modern government regulations productive workers must divide their products with the idle."
 
  
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And they lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, I am grateful."
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He started to trace the curve of his torso with the tip of his finger.
  
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But her neighbors wondered why she never again baked any more bread....
 
  
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« What a beautiful baby. Taking care of yourself so much hmm. Such a firm chest. And that slim waist. I have the prettiest baby in the world right? Making all the other daddy so jealous…
  
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== Socialism ==
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- Stop…“ Sehun mumbled.
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===Socialism In The Classroom===
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An economics professor at Texas Tech said he had never failed a single
+
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student, but had once failed an entire class.
+
  
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The class (students) insisted that socialism worked since no one would be poor and
+
It was so wrong. So unlike him. Why? What Junmyeon was doing to him? Junmyeon's face lit up with excitement.
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no one would be rich, a great equalizer. The professor then said, "OK, we
+
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will have an experiment in this class on socialism."
+
  
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"All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no
 
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one will fail and no one will receive an A," said the professor.
 
  
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After the first test the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The
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"Oh, baby.. Someone’s been naughty.. Liking the praise isn't you?” Junmyeon finished removing Sehun’s jeans and threw them aside, focused on the black boxer in front of him. “Mhm…”
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students who had studied hard were upset while the students who had studied
+
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very little were happy.
+
  
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But, as the second test rolled around, the students who had studied little
 
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studied even less and the ones who had studied hard decided that since they
 
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couldn't make an A, they also studied less. The second Test average was a D.
 
  
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No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around the average grade was an F.
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Junmyeon ruffled the fabric between his fingers and moved up to kiss Sehun, brushing his lips against the tanned abdomen on his way up.
  
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The scores never increased as bickering, blame, name calling, all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for anyone else.
 
  
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To their great surprise they all failed.
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“What a hungry baby…”
  
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The professor told them that socialism, too, would ultimately fail because of the same basic human principles of incentive.
 
  
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The harder people try to succeed the greater their reward (capitalism), but when a government takes all the reward away (socialism) no one will try or succeed.
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He kissed at the submissive boy’s jaw, making sure to leave his mark where anyone could see it. He wanted everyone to know that Sehun was his, all his. His to kiss, to touch, to love, to fuck… Lost in thought and motion, Junmyeon hadn’t noticed that Sehun was whimpering and desperately trying to touch him. Junmyeon pulled away. He smirked, kneeling down in front of Sehun’s legs. Sehunlet go a cry of surprise. He was now facing the Junmyeon ruffled the fabric between his fingers and moved up to kiss Sehun, brushing his lips against the tanned abdomen on his way up.
  
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= Other Parables =
 
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== The Drowning Man ==
 
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A conservative and a liberal are walking along the beach when they see a man drowning a hundred feet off shore.  The conservative throws him a 50-foot rope and shouts to the victim "You provide the other fifty feet."  The liberal throws the man a 200-foot rope ... and lets go of both ends.
 
  
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== The Missing Child ==
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“What a hungry baby…”
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A little girl is late home from school one day. Her mother becomes increasingly worried and after 15 minutes have passed is beside herself with anxiety. Afraid to leave the house in case the child returns, and desperate to go look for her, she is on the verge of telephoning the police when the child waltzes in through the door as though nothing is amiss. Relieved and angry the mother cries: "Where have you been?! I've been so worried!"
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The child answers that she had been with the woman who lived just next door, who had very recently lost her husband. "What have you been doing bothering the poor lady next door?" the mother asks crossly.
 
  
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"I haven't been bothering her, I've been comforting her," says the little girl.
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He kissed at the submissive boy’s jaw, making sure to leave his mark where anyone could see it. He wanted everyone to know that Sehun was his, all his. His to kiss, to touch, to love, to fuck…
  
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"Comforting her? You're just a child, what could you do to comfort her?"
 
  
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"I sat in her lap and I cried with her."
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Lost in thought and motion, Junmyeon hadn’t noticed that Sehun was whimpering and desperately trying to touch him. Junmyeon pulled away. He smirked, kneeling down in front of Sehun’s legs. Sehunlet go a cry of surprise. He was now facing the mattress, his face buried into the pillow. Junmyeon was staring at him. Sehun could feel it. His gaze was so intense it was piercing his skin. « Sehun… » Junmyeon sounded shocked. Sehun lifted his head a bit to see Junmyeon face.
  
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Sometimes there are ''no'' solutions, no smart come-backs, no quick fixes that can be determined through intellectual reasoning or policy making. As Dreher says: '''Politics and economics won’t save us; if our culture is to be saved at all, it will be by faithfully living by the Permanent Things, conserving these ancient moral truths in the choices we make in our everyday lives.'''<ref>Dreher, Rod. "A Crunchy Con Manifesto" [http://crunchycon.nationalreview.com/about/ National Review Online]. 26 December 2007.</ref><ref>Cottrell, Stephen. ''I Thirst.'' (Zondervan; Grand Rapids, [[Michigan]]; 2003.) ISBN 0-310-25069-2</ref>
 
  
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== The Atheist and the Believer ==
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« Baby boy. You have a butt to die for. »
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An [[Atheism|atheist]] and a believer were having a discussion. "I don't believe in anything I can't understand!" cried the atheist. "Ah," said the believer gently. "Then your beliefs must be very small."
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== Communism ==
 
  
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"How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who ''understands'' Marx and Lenin."  <ref>[http://listverse.com/2009/02/21/20-great-quotes-from-ronald-reagan/ Ronald Reagan; Communism]</ref>
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Sehun couldn’t be more embarassed.
  
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== Umgawa ==
 
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by R.W. Grant
 
  
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While junketing in Africa
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« I can’t wait to be buried inside you. Oh my god »
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Our senator one day
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A friendly tribe did gather 'round
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To hear what he would say.
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Said he, "I bring enlightment!"
 
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"Umgawa!" they all cried
 
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"If you'd but follow our advice!"
 
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"Umgawa!" they replied.
 
  
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"I'll tell you how our system works,
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The gentle caresses soon turned to rough little scratches. The underwear didn’t last long. Soon Junmyeon mouth was on him again.
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I'll tell you how it's run:
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We serve the public good by force!
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And this is how it's done:
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"If one needs what others earn
 
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No longer need one steal it!
 
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Our government now does the job
 
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And people hardly feel it!
 
  
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"Umgawa!" they cried out again -
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« You have no idea Baby what it has been. During all those weeks. All alone. I tried to forget you hmm. I tried to fuck other boys, but.. They weren’t you »
−
The senator continued then:
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And we will show you how it's done,
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And we will show the way,
+
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So you may have Utopia
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As in the U.S.A.!"
+
  
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Our senator was finished now.
 
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The chief rose with a smile:
 
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"Thank you for your words," he said,
 
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"Now stay with us a while!"
 
  
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The senator was pleased as punch
+
Sehun's heart swelled in pain. Junmyeon just continue to explore his body.
−
With witnessing that day
+
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The happy people at their work,
+
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The children at their play,
+
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As he was greeted all about:
+
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"Umgawa!" was the happy shout.
+
  
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And now the chieftain said, "My friend,
 
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Come see our cattle which we tend!"
 
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So off across the pasture now
 
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The senator was led -
 
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But suddenly the chief said "Wait!"
 
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He took his arm and said:
 
  
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"A word of caution ere we pass -
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“Those hickeys won’t last forever, sweetheart… But I’m just making sure I leave my mark,” Junmyeon replied calmly and slowly.
−
Don't step before you look -
+
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Lest, my friend, you tread upon
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Umgawa underfoot!"
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== The Graduate's Gift ==
 
  
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An arrogant young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his wealthy father could easily afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
 
  
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As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, and somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.
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“Oh my god, Jun…Please…” Sehun’s hips were moving desperately, his cock aching for the slightest touch. Junmyeon’s eye’s lit up. He quickly moved up to the other boy’s face and whispered, “Say it again, baby.”
  
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Angry, he shouted at his father and said "with all your money, you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house.
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“F-fuck…Please!” Junmyeon’s strong arms pulled Sehun closer to him by the hips, leaving his ass up in the air.
  
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Many years passed and the young man had become very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father now was getting old, and thought perhaps he should go see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
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Junmyeon quickly removed his own jeans and boxers and moaned as he looked up to see the delicious-looking boy in front of him. He hastily slicked his fingers with lube, then leaned down and spit some onto the tight ring of muscle in front of him. His fingertips gently swirled around, making the boy cried.
  
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When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still gift-wrapped Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had carefully underlined a verse, Matt.7:11, "And if ye, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father which is in Heaven, give to those who ask Him?"
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« Jun! Oh my god please ! Just give it to me ! Can't ! »
  
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As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had wanted. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL.
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Junmyeon obliged without any hesitation, pushing his middle finger inside the younger boy and pumping it teasingly. His gaze remained on the submissive boy laid out in front of him, a desperate look on his face.Not satisfied, Junmyeon added another finger in a search for Sehun’s moans. As he curled his fingers, his wish was granted. Sehun’s eyes widened, a moan escaping hip swollen lips.
  
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== The Pitcher, the Chicken, and the Crow ==
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“Good boy… Let Daddy hear you, sweetie…”
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A thirsty chicken and a thirsty crow were each given a pitcher of water. First they tried reaching into the pitchers with their beaks, but neither could reach the water. Then they tried pushing the pitchers over, but they were heavy and sturdily built so they would not tip.
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The chicken began flapping its wings and strutted up to the crow. "No fair!" squawked the chicken "the greedy farmer hasn't given us enough water." The crow shrugged, and began hopping around the pitcher, looking at it this way and that.
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“Yo-you, Daddy! Give me your…”
  
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The chicken strutted off and went to complain to the farmer. It squawked and squawked, but the farmer ignored it. It went back to the crow, who was grabbing pebbles in his beak and dropping them into its pitcher with pebbles. "Come with me!" it said, "Let's demand that the farmer give us our water!" The crow ignored it and returned to his work.
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Junmyeon smirked. “You’re just so needy, aren’t you, baby?” Sehun nodded in agreement, his mind floating as the shorter man’s fingers pumped faster and faster.
  
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The chicken went again to the farmer and decided to take its protest to the next level. It scratched and pecked at the farmer's leg, cutting the skin, until the farmer angrily kicked it away. Indignant, the chicken went back to the crow, squawking more than ever. "That brutal farmer kicked me," it complained. "when all I was doing was demanding my rights."
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His cock began to twitch and Junmyeon pulled away, not wanting him to cum yet. “Jun!!” Sehun whined breathlessly, sweat across his chest and stomach. Junmyeon just chuckled, but he did as he was told. He couldn’t restrain himself and let out a soft groan as he pushed his member inside of Sehun. Sehun push his ass higher, resting his face deeper into the pillow, moaning with relief and pleasure. “Oh, Daddy.. So big…" Sehun mumbled.
  
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By this point the crow was standing on the top of his pitcher, happily drinking. He had dropped enough pebbles into the pitcher that the water level had risen nearly to the top. The chicken saw this and walked up to the crow to complain. "Unfair!" it cried. "I want water too."
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Junmyeon moaned at that. Sehun was there. He was there. He wasn't gone anymore. His thought was interrupted by the tightening around his cock, Sehun clenching his muscles around the thick length inside him. "Sehun, baby boy…” He moaned. His hips found a rhythm, rough and high tempo with sloppy groans in between. Shuns eyes were as wide as can be, his fingers intertwined with the sheets, mouth wide and breathing rough.
  
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The crow looked over at the chicken and told him: "I have water because while you were complaining, I was looking for a way to get the water. The first two ways did not work, but I kept trying until I came up with something better. Then I patiently put in the hard work to put my plan into action, and now, finally, I can drink. You can do the same with your pitcher, and you will have water too. You are bigger and stronger than me, so it will be even easier for you."
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were puffy and swollen from all the biting and tears began to well in the corners of his eyes, the pleasure rocking through him like tidal waves. He let go a high pitch moan when his daddy suddenly turned him around. He was now facing Junmyeon. That was so much better. Junmyeon was glorious. All sweaty and tensed and he looked like he was having pleasure. Because of him. Sehun was making Junmyeon felt good.
  
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The chicken strutted over to his pitcher and picked up one pebble and dropped it in and sat down. "This is hard work!" it complained "I'm thirsty and I'm tired."
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Junmyeon's hands wrapped around the boy’s cock, flicking the pre-cum over the tip with his thumb. Now the tears were really feeling, his grip tightening on the sheets. “Daddy.. harder, please! Make me sorry, Daddy!” Sehun moaned out. “Oh, baby boy..” Junmyeon's hips moved faster, his hand following the new pace…
  
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The crow looked over at the chicken and said "just this one time I will be charitable. You can drink from my pitcher, but next time you must do the work yourself."
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“Yours… All yours Daddy, always yours…” he started to actually cry now, sniffing and moaning as he went.
 +
“My little baby… My naughty fucking baby… Always so cocky. Always being disobedient. Never listening to me.”
 +
Sehun bucked his hips against Junmyeon’s touch,
  
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The chicken hopped up and stuck its head down. Because its beak was shorter than the crow's, it could not quite reach the water.
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moaning out eagerly.
  
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"You cheated me!" it cried, "I cannot reach the water!"
+
“Gonna cum, Daddy… Gonna cum on your hand, Daddy…Please… I need to so so so bad.”
  
−
"I am sorry," said the crow, "but you are only a few pebbles short. Surely you can do the tiny bit of work yourself."
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« No before he cum, babyboy need to hear something from his daddy. »
  
−
The crow flew off, its thirst satiated. The chicken scratched at the ground and squawked and squawked but nobody would listen and it stayed thirsty.
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Sehun moaned deeply.
  
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== References ==
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« Sehun… »
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{{reflist}}
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[[Category:Conservative]]
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He was calling his name.
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[[Category:Parables]]
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== See also ==
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*[[Essay:Greatest Conservative Parables]]
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« Oh my god Sehun. »
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*[[New Testament understanding through the Jewish perspective]] Example 3 [the enacted parable]
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{{Conservatism}}
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Oh my god. Why…
 +
 
 +
« I love you Sehun. I love you so much. I’ve been waiting for it. You. I love you! » Shan threw his head in ecstasy. Love me please love me. He came all over Junmyeon’s hand and his own abdomen as reached his highest. Junmyeon didn’t let up, though, continuing to pump the boy’s sensitive cock as he desperately searched for the release he so desperately needed. But seeing his baby like that. So fucked up. A mess. He was so pretty. So perfect. “Daddy… Please, i-it hurts… it’s too sensitive..” Sehun whined. Junmyeon's eyes rolled back and his head followed, tightening his hand on the messy boy before him. He let out a loud groan as he felt himself cum, a train of mumbled profanities following.
 +
 
 +
“Oh my fucking god, yes! Oh yes, Sehun… Baby boy… Shit! You’re so fucking tight…”
 +
 
 +
Junmyeon didn’t know how to explain what just happened. He just fucked Sehun. He has been dreaming of it since he met the boy. And it had happened. And it has been glorious. He knew that they should talk. They should discuss their relationship. But now Sehun was lying on his bed. Snuggling into his chest. Breathing slowly, almost asleep. And Junmyeon had not been this happy in a while. This can wait for tomorrow.

Revision as of 01:42, January 2, 2019

Junmyeon was usually a patient man. Pragmatic and understanding. But now he was just hurt. It has been three weeks since he last saw Sehun. His funny and sassy Boyfriend? Lover? He didn’t even know. He could remember the exact moment where everything just fucked up. They had spent an awesome night. Dining with Chanyeol and his new boytoy Jongin has been surprisingly fun. Sehun had been a sassy little shit like always. It was turning Junmyeon on so badly. He knew now. He didn’t like his stupid friend, Chanyeol, who was denying his feelings all the way down. He knew that he loved? Sehun as much as he can love someone. He wasn’t supposed to get attached. He asked himself more than once where he messed up and literally fall in love with the younger boy. He didn’t know, it was just an evidence now. They had spent such a lovely night that Junmyeon confessed to Sehun. Maybe it has been too early. He wasn’t really experienced in confession and lovey dovey shit. It has been a challenge. He really thought that Sehun would do the same but he didn’t.


He just left without a word. Junmyeon didn’t do anything to make him stay. He just stayed still, without a word. He couldn’t even think straight. What the fuck just happened? Had he just been rejected? Well, apparently. But that wasn’t the worst.


He has wanted to apologise to Sehun during a week or so. He called him every day. Leaving a vocal message, giving him rendez vous. They had to talk face to face. He excused so many times. And that is true. Junmyeon was sorry, sorry for having made things awkward like that. Sorry because it was obviously the worst timing ever. But Sehun never answer. Even Chanyeol didn’t know a thing. Even so Jongin was Sehun’s best friend it was like he didn’t say anything to anyone. That is where Suho started to get really sad. He wasn’t expecting such a reaction. From Sehun, who was being a coward or from himself, who had been getting attached so easily. The next two weeks had been the worst. Junmyeon didn’t want to do anything anymore. Working? He was already rich, that was just a pain in the ass. Going out with Chanyeol and Jongin? If it was to just be a witness of their intense happiness Junmyeon preferred to stay at home. Making out and returning home with pretty boys to fuck them until the sun down? He didn’t feel like it.


It has been torture. It had been the fourth week where Junmyeon started to feel anger. He was furious. Furious about the fact that for the first time of his life he had been honest with someone he loved and that they rejected him. Furious about himself for being such a miserable human being. Furious against Sehun, who played with his feelings, who was being once again a bratty little shit.


Junmyeon stopped going out. It has been days, he was just roaming around his apartment like a zombie. He was sitting on his couch with a glass of wine in his right hand the entire bottle on the left. His black shirt was almost completely unbuttoned because even if he was a zombie he was still an aesthetically pleasing one. His black and silky locks were a mess sticking to his forehead. He knew he was drunk. The name of the bottle was now a mess of letters. He was pretty sure he could speak french an hour ago. He was almost asleep when someone ringed. He gets up, grumpy, the bottle still in his hands. He was for sure not ready to see Sehun at his door.


« What? Jun? What.. -What the fuck are you doing here? -Jongin… He told me to come to discuss here. You are not with Chan, on his trip? You weren’t supposed to be there… -What the…. I wasn’t supposed to be there… This is still my fucking house! -I am gonna leave.. -Oh the hell no you are not! Come the hell inside! »


Junmyeon was furious. It must have reflected on his face because Sehun do just as he said. It was probably the first time Sehun obey him like that. He hoped it would keep going.


« Where the hell were you? It’s been a fucking month. I called you so many fucking times! I’ve been waiting for you to answer »


Sehun said nothing. He was perfect, almost exactly like Junmyeon remembered. His silky platinum blond hair was styled in a way that some stroke of hair was falling on his forehead. He wasn’t wearing his black fitting suit, but a big coat with a fluffy hood. He looked tired and had he lose weight?


« I can accept a fucking ton of things. I’ve been such a patient person with you… You know that normally I don’t do patience, not with my boyfriends. »


Sehun was just looking at Junmyeon. His face was blank, but it was sehun, and except a cocky grin it was the only expression Junmyeon has ever seen from him. Junmyeon was now walking toward the young man. He wasn’t sad anymore, he was just furious. « You don’t know what you've done to me, ohhhh Sehun why did you come, you just made things even more complicated… » Sehun gulped. But before losing his composure, he turned around and started walking toward the living room.


« What! Running away from me again! » Junmyeon enter the living room, seeing Sehun standing still in the middle of the room. He was staring at the mess. Ah yeah the mess. « What have you done… » Junmyeon raised his brow. « None of your business. Tell me why you leave and get the hell out of here. » Wait Junmyeon said he was a patient person? Pragmatic and stuff? No, he wasn’t. Even at work he was a bitch, the only thing saving him was that he was the best at his job. In his personal life, it was the same. A lot of people worshipping his money and not a lot of friends. Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were what could be considered hise fiends. His love life had always been a mess. He never fell in love before. Before. Because now the man he was in love with was in his living room after three weeks of silence and Junmyeon was angry.


« Stop fucking playing Jun… What the hell have you been doing… »


Junmyeon didn’t even hesitated.


« I’ve been waiting for you.»


It sounded way less pathetic in his head. But he discovered a new part of the spectrum that is Oh Sehun emotions. He was surprised and a bit sad, and was it blush on his cheeks… Junmyeon couldn’t take it anymore. He came closer to Sehun. He was way taller than Junmyeon but it had never bothered the older man. He always thought it was pretty sexy.


« Look what you’ve done. »


His voice was soft, almost sad, and Sehun seemed to soften a little.


« I am not playing anymore… »


Sehun gulped again. What the fuck happened to Junmyeon. He was lowkey scarring him right now. « If only you had a bit of esteem for me… A fucking call, even a text, just to tell me that everything was over. But no. You just said nothing. »


Sehun understood. But he needed this time alone. He didn’t want to end their relationship before he had had time to think about it. Saying that Junmyeon’s confession had surprised him would be an understatement. He needed to leave. But he knew that he had done every thing wrong. But now he knew. His feelings, he was ready. He wanted to talk to Jongin about that and find a way to talk to Junmyeon after that. He wasn’t ready to see Junmyeon. The shock had been so strong. Junmyeon… Sehun couldn’t explain what he was doing to make him feel this way. When his look crossed the one of the shortest man, he had lost it. Junmyeon was a mess, a mess with angry and dark eyes, rock hard abs peeking through his unbuttoned dress shirt, red lips that were asking to be kissed. But he was also thinner than a month ago, his eyes were tired, he was visibly drunk… Sehun wasn't sure he could handle it.


« I needed time… -And you know what I needed… A GODDAMN ANSWER!WAS THAT TOO MUCH! »


Sehun was taken aback when he felt a strong hold on his wrist. Junmyeon dragged him further into the apartment and Sehun knew where he was heading. To the bedroom. Sehun took a deep breath. When they enter the bedroom Sehun was shook. The bedroom was intact, everything was clean, neat. Have he sleep there ? Or did he sleep elsewhere?…


« Jun listen to me… -No »


Sehun felt himself fall on the bed. What the fuck.


« Take off your coat. »


Junmyeon was agitated. Sehun did as he said.


« I didn’t come into this room for weeks. »


So he didn’t sleep… Junmyeon turned around.


« You have no idea of what you are doing to me. »


Junmyeon leaned on Sehun. His hot breath tickling him, sending shivers in his entire body.


« Baby boy you have no idea of what I am going to do to you… »


Sehun was tense.


« Come on Jun, I am not here to play… -I am not playing. »


Sehun knew what liked Junmyeon in bed. He wasn’t like Jongin. The entire daddy kink wasn’t his stuff. He wasn’t an obedient baby.


« What the fuck is wrong with you.. -Always such a disobedient brat. Baby boy. You don’t understand what is gonna happen. »


Sehun shivered at his words.


« I know you are pissed, but we need to talk… Stop being all daddy and shit with me… »


Sehun knew he’d gone to far.


« Who do you think you are hmm? Leaving me like this. Without a fucking news for weeks… You think I am pissed, oh Baby boy you have no idea. Daddy is gonna punish you so badly. Your ass is gonna remember this for week. »


Sehun felt Junmyeon lips. He was so hungry. He was so aggressive. He was biting his lips, pushing his tongue so violently into his mouth.


« Jun stop! »


Junmyeon laughed.


« Jun? Hmm? Who do you think you are? I am not Jun or Junmyeon to you. I am not sure if you deserve to call my name. »


Junmyeon licked his lips, Sehun watching as he was slowly falling apart.


« Don’t touch me, Junmyeon. » Sehun looked surprised, eyes wide. Junmyeon had never been like this.


Junmyeon moved closer, pushing him against the mattress and placing his hands on either side of the taller boy’s torso.


“Isn’t that exactly what you want though, baby? You want my hands on your body, don’t you? My tongue on your neck, my cock…” Junmyeon chuckled,


“Jun, please…”


Junmyeon mouth quickly connected with Sehun’s again, bodies moving against each other in perfect rhythm. Sehun hands tugged at the older boy’s hair in defiance while Junmyeon tongue fought for dominance in the heat of the kiss.


Junmyeon's hands found Sehun’s hips, holding him against his growing cock.


“I could feel you are missing me, baby… Feel you are missing my taste, my touch,” Junmyeon mumbled.


Sehun's let out a soft whimper of despair. He wanted to fight. To resist. He knew it was too late.

He tugged at the older boy’s shirt, cueing him to take it off. The gunman was one of the most beautiful people inthe world. And Sehun was best friend with Kim Jongin. But Jun had this thing. In addition, of his killer body. A thing that melted every barrier Sehun had always kept up. Junmyeon finally throw away his shirt, pressing his body even closer. Sehun was suffocating. It was too much. He was gonna die. Junmyeon almost ripped off Sehun’s shirt. He was staring at him with so much passion.


« Well baby boy… You’ve hidden yourself from me. »


He started to trace the curve of his torso with the tip of his finger.


« What a beautiful baby. Taking care of yourself so much hmm. Such a firm chest. And that slim waist. I have the prettiest baby in the world right? Making all the other daddy so jealous…

- Stop…“ Sehun mumbled.

It was so wrong. So unlike him. Why? What Junmyeon was doing to him? Junmyeon's face lit up with excitement.


"Oh, baby.. Someone’s been naughty.. Liking the praise isn't you?” Junmyeon finished removing Sehun’s jeans and threw them aside, focused on the black boxer in front of him. “Mhm…”


Junmyeon ruffled the fabric between his fingers and moved up to kiss Sehun, brushing his lips against the tanned abdomen on his way up.


“What a hungry baby…”


He kissed at the submissive boy’s jaw, making sure to leave his mark where anyone could see it. He wanted everyone to know that Sehun was his, all his. His to kiss, to touch, to love, to fuck… Lost in thought and motion, Junmyeon hadn’t noticed that Sehun was whimpering and desperately trying to touch him. Junmyeon pulled away. He smirked, kneeling down in front of Sehun’s legs. Sehunlet go a cry of surprise. He was now facing the Junmyeon ruffled the fabric between his fingers and moved up to kiss Sehun, brushing his lips against the tanned abdomen on his way up.


“What a hungry baby…”


He kissed at the submissive boy’s jaw, making sure to leave his mark where anyone could see it. He wanted everyone to know that Sehun was his, all his. His to kiss, to touch, to love, to fuck…


Lost in thought and motion, Junmyeon hadn’t noticed that Sehun was whimpering and desperately trying to touch him. Junmyeon pulled away. He smirked, kneeling down in front of Sehun’s legs. Sehunlet go a cry of surprise. He was now facing the mattress, his face buried into the pillow. Junmyeon was staring at him. Sehun could feel it. His gaze was so intense it was piercing his skin. « Sehun… » Junmyeon sounded shocked. Sehun lifted his head a bit to see Junmyeon face.


« Baby boy. You have a butt to die for. »


Sehun couldn’t be more embarassed.


« I can’t wait to be buried inside you. Oh my god »


The gentle caresses soon turned to rough little scratches. The underwear didn’t last long. Soon Junmyeon mouth was on him again.


« You have no idea Baby what it has been. During all those weeks. All alone. I tried to forget you hmm. I tried to fuck other boys, but.. They weren’t you »


Sehun's heart swelled in pain. Junmyeon just continue to explore his body.


“Those hickeys won’t last forever, sweetheart… But I’m just making sure I leave my mark,” Junmyeon replied calmly and slowly.


“Oh my god, Jun…Please…” Sehun’s hips were moving desperately, his cock aching for the slightest touch. Junmyeon’s eye’s lit up. He quickly moved up to the other boy’s face and whispered, “Say it again, baby.”

“F-fuck…Please!” Junmyeon’s strong arms pulled Sehun closer to him by the hips, leaving his ass up in the air.

Junmyeon quickly removed his own jeans and boxers and moaned as he looked up to see the delicious-looking boy in front of him. He hastily slicked his fingers with lube, then leaned down and spit some onto the tight ring of muscle in front of him. His fingertips gently swirled around, making the boy cried.

« Jun! Oh my god please ! Just give it to me ! Can't ! »

Junmyeon obliged without any hesitation, pushing his middle finger inside the younger boy and pumping it teasingly. His gaze remained on the submissive boy laid out in front of him, a desperate look on his face.Not satisfied, Junmyeon added another finger in a search for Sehun’s moans. As he curled his fingers, his wish was granted. Sehun’s eyes widened, a moan escaping hip swollen lips.

“Good boy… Let Daddy hear you, sweetie…”

“Yo-you, Daddy! Give me your…”

Junmyeon smirked. “You’re just so needy, aren’t you, baby?” Sehun nodded in agreement, his mind floating as the shorter man’s fingers pumped faster and faster.

His cock began to twitch and Junmyeon pulled away, not wanting him to cum yet. “Jun!!” Sehun whined breathlessly, sweat across his chest and stomach. Junmyeon just chuckled, but he did as he was told. He couldn’t restrain himself and let out a soft groan as he pushed his member inside of Sehun. Sehun push his ass higher, resting his face deeper into the pillow, moaning with relief and pleasure. “Oh, Daddy.. So big…" Sehun mumbled.

Junmyeon moaned at that. Sehun was there. He was there. He wasn't gone anymore. His thought was interrupted by the tightening around his cock, Sehun clenching his muscles around the thick length inside him. "Sehun, baby boy…” He moaned. His hips found a rhythm, rough and high tempo with sloppy groans in between. Shuns eyes were as wide as can be, his fingers intertwined with the sheets, mouth wide and breathing rough.

were puffy and swollen from all the biting and tears began to well in the corners of his eyes, the pleasure rocking through him like tidal waves. He let go a high pitch moan when his daddy suddenly turned him around. He was now facing Junmyeon. That was so much better. Junmyeon was glorious. All sweaty and tensed and he looked like he was having pleasure. Because of him. Sehun was making Junmyeon felt good.

Junmyeon's hands wrapped around the boy’s cock, flicking the pre-cum over the tip with his thumb. Now the tears were really feeling, his grip tightening on the sheets. “Daddy.. harder, please! Make me sorry, Daddy!” Sehun moaned out. “Oh, baby boy..” Junmyeon's hips moved faster, his hand following the new pace… 

“Yours… All yours Daddy, always yours…” he started to actually cry now, sniffing and moaning as he went.
“My little baby… My naughty fucking baby… Always so cocky. Always being disobedient. Never listening to me.”

Sehun bucked his hips against Junmyeon’s touch,

moaning out eagerly.

“Gonna cum, Daddy… Gonna cum on your hand, Daddy…Please… I need to so so so bad.”

« No before he cum, babyboy need to hear something from his daddy. »

Sehun moaned deeply.

« Sehun… »

He was calling his name.

« Oh my god Sehun. »

Oh my god. Why…

« I love you Sehun. I love you so much. I’ve been waiting for it. You. I love you! » Shan threw his head in ecstasy. Love me please love me. He came all over Junmyeon’s hand and his own abdomen as reached his highest. Junmyeon didn’t let up, though, continuing to pump the boy’s sensitive cock as he desperately searched for the release he so desperately needed. But seeing his baby like that. So fucked up. A mess. He was so pretty. So perfect. “Daddy… Please, i-it hurts… it’s too sensitive..” Sehun whined. Junmyeon's eyes rolled back and his head followed, tightening his hand on the messy boy before him. He let out a loud groan as he felt himself cum, a train of mumbled profanities following.

“Oh my fucking god, yes! Oh yes, Sehun… Baby boy… Shit! You’re so fucking tight…”

Junmyeon didn’t know how to explain what just happened. He just fucked Sehun. He has been dreaming of it since he met the boy. And it had happened. And it has been glorious. He knew that they should talk. They should discuss their relationship. But now Sehun was lying on his bed. Snuggling into his chest. Breathing slowly, almost asleep. And Junmyeon had not been this happy in a while. This can wait for tomorrow.

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