She was wearing a sweater against the November chill, so I couldn't scope out her figure yet, but I could tell she was no fattie. Fucking hate fatties... So I gave the signal to Buddy, "Robin at the window," which was code for, "Nab that redhead. No one else in sight."I couldn't suppress a chuckle as the coed passed Buddy's hiding spot, obliviously staring at her tiny screen. Buddy slipped behind her and grabbed the back of her bookbag. The girl half-turned, but buddy slammed the heel of his boot. There were voices outside. Tristan tensed, and setting his jaw he prepared himself for the next onslaught whatever it might be. The door swung open to reveal the smiling face of Da'ren."Tristan you're free! The refugees have all arrived, collaborating our story." Tristan swung his legs off the bunk and sat up. "You are a hero and everyone wants to meet you," Da'ren continued. "Come on."Tristan stood. "Well if this is how you Mylians treat heroes I would hate to be an enemy." He smiled. I just wish other black folks would feel inspired. Get off their butts and get to work. Stop complaining. Just because a black man is President and two black men are currently serving as Governors of New York and Massachusetts doesn’t mean the black person’s struggle is over. We need to increase the number of black men in college and decrease the number of black men in prison. I work in a prison all damn day and you just got no idea how depressing it is to see all these brothers locked up. I. .." He stopped mid word because he was shocked. Now the ends did meet, as if the chain had somehow extended itself. "Weird... it fits now. How does it fasten?" The question did not need to be answered, because it happened automatically when the metal connected. George shivered, feeling a little sting in the back of his neck. "Okay. It's on. Right, here's what you do to take it off," he instructed. Truth be told he was feeling a little awkward. This reminded him of all the little forays into.