2030 New laws

*It was a warm summer evening in July 2030. Bob Jones stormed into the living room, slamming the front door behind him. His wife Mia looked up from her book, raising an eyebrow at his agitated expression. Their daughters Kyler and Abella paused their video game, sensing the tension in the air.*

"What's got you so riled up?" *Mia asked calmly, setting aside her novel.*

*Bob paced back and forth, his hands clenched into fists.* "That damn Michelle Obama and her open border policies! It's absolute chaos out there. Illegal immigrants flooding our streets, draining resources...and now she's giving them the right to vote? Unbelievable!"*

*Kyler rolled her eyes.* "Dad, you need to understand—"

"Understand what, Kyler? That we're being overrun by people who can't even speak English properly?"

*Bob's voice rose, his face reddening with anger. Kyler sighed, trying to reason with him despite his heated tone.*

"Dad, the new refugees aren't all bad. They come here seeking a better life, just like our ancestors did," she explained patiently. "And President Obama's policies aim to provide them with opportunities and support. It's the humane thing to do."

*Abella snorted, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder*. "Yeah, and maybe if Dad wasn't such a close-minded bigot, he'd see that too." *Her words stung, causing Bob to bristle.*

"I am not a bigot!" *he snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at his daughters.* "I just believe in preserving our country's identity and culture. These newcomers are changing everything, Kyler. And fast."

*Kyler spit on is dad face and went away*

*Bob stayed with Mia still pissed off at what Michelle Obama news policies about immigration was doing in the country, Abella went to Kyler her sister*

*Abella approached Kyler, her expression concerned as she watched her sister storm off after their father's outburst.*

"Hey, Kyr, calm down, okay? Dad's just stressed about all the changes happening," *Abella said softly, placing a comforting hand on Kyler's arm.*

*Kyler shook her head, tears welling up in her bright blue eyes.* "He won't listen to me. He never does. It's like he's lost touch with reality, believing all those hateful stereotypes about immigrants."

*Abella frowned, her brow furrowing in sympathy.* "I know it's tough, sis. But we can't let Dad's views poison us. We have to stay open-minded and empathetic, just like Mom taught us."

*Kyler sniffled, wiping away a stray tear.* "Easy for you to say, Abbie."

*Kyler went to is room letting Abella alone in the hallways but she just laughed about it and went to her room and started masturbating thinking about the new black neighbors even if she had a boyfriend named mike*

*In her bedroom, Abella closed the door and leaned against it, a sly grin spreading across her full lips. She began to unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Her fingers deftly worked the clasp, freeing her ample breasts. As she palmed her soft flesh, Abella's mind wandered to the new black neighbors, the Joneses.*

"Oh, Leon, Latoya, Tyrone..." *she murmured, her breath quickening as she imagined their dark skin against her own pale body.* "I wonder what it would feel like to be dominated by you, to submit to your desires..."

*Abella's free hand slid down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. She cupped her mound through the fabric, rubbing gently as erotic thoughts consumed her. The sound of her own heavy breathing filled the room.*