..He was I think 42 or 43, and divorced, not his fault, not in his telling of it anyway, but of course it never is. Malcolm was a tall, black man, ve...y athletic for his age, or for any age really. He was about 6' 2", really toned, he looked fantastic in a suit, chiselled features, as in very defined cheekbones, dark soulful eyes, yummmy.. er and his hair was really REALLY short, like a number one all over, he may even have shaved his head not sure, I didn't see him every day. He would have. Refreshments were brought out, and drinks were freshened. Everyone was barefoot except Tom, who had one sock on. He also had at least three times the chips of anyone else. Three of the men had lost their shirts, and three of the women had lost their blouses. I was definitely the biggest monetary loser; I had less than $20 left.I asked Julie what would happen if I ran out of chips."That leaves you with three choices. You can strip down and watch the rest of the evening, or you can auction off. Getting to the story, I am doing my MS in Canada and having joined for the May intake, the number of rooms at the university accommodation were very few. I was given a room which had to be shared with another student. I was wondering who it would be and to my surprise, an Indian girl stood at my door along with her mom.I quickly opened the door to let them in. They came in and her mom was not so comfortable with her staying with me. Anyway, stuck around for half an hour and she left daughter at. "You okay?" Sarah asked after another minute.I nodded. "Yeah. Just thinking about things." Things? Or people?" She smirked. "Or maybe a single person."I nudged her with my hip. "My thought process does not revolve around LeeTaylor." When she arched a disbelieving brow, I amended my statement."Okay, it doesn't revolve around him continuously."She giggled. "Sorry. It's just that you get this little reddish tinge,right across your cheekbones, every time I mention him."I rolled my eyes. "Which.