"I like the idea of karma," Communism mused lightly, thinking about it for a long moment. "You get what you give. Communism in a nutshell, pretty much."
With her idea, he simply shrugged. "I once looked a few years ago and there was one old couple from Moscow who made pretty decent vodka but I believe one of them passed away. Besides, I like buying foreign. I've never been too huge of that whole 'buy American' concept."
Communism kept the intensity up for a moment or two before dialing it back a bit. Just because he was energetic now didn't mean that he could stop conserving power. Still, he was forceful as he continued their kiss, his hands running down her back to her ass and he pulled her onto his lap easily and deepened the kiss just a bit.
But a lady on a bike went by and was that a homeless person further down the path looking for somewhere to sleep? Communism pulled back and raised an eyebrow. "Is this one of those exhibitionist moments or no?" He asked, his breathing a bit heavy as he heard the somewhat distant clang of the man searching through a metal garbage can.