It was a room, a kind of bedroom, I guess, except there was a pile of stuff in the corner. At first I thought it was exercise equipment, but I found o...t later it wasn't.What was it? I'll get to that.The shock was Harry. He was sitting beside me, but that wasn't the strangest thing. He was cleaned up, dressed. Hiking shorts and a t-shirt, believe it or not. Later he showed me the shower off the bedroom, so I guess he'd used it while I was out cold.I mean, it was Harry but it wasn't Harry, you. “It was after Jonah’s first party, maybe a week later. Pete came over after school. You stayed late for pictures or something, so me and him were just hanging out alone.”Another swig, as Lara looked around, perhaps seeking one last avenue of escape. Her smile was a mix of coy impishness, though, and I knew the ride was going to start for real now. Buckle up…“I woke up that day, horny as fuck for some reason. And to top it off, me and Pete smoked one of Jonah’s bones. You know how that goes.”I. If I had to I'd bet that the same proportions would hold for a random sample of twenty-five white men. Maybe two or three would be larger than average and the rest would all be in the six inch range." She paused and looked at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I'm seeing a different you. All of this 'nigger', 'cock', and 'fuck and suck' talk has kind of set me back on my heels." That was the purpose honey, to get your attention." I don't understand." I'm driving home the fact that I. Long dark red ringlets and hazel eyes, sort of Pre-Raphaelite were her complexion more pale. She wasn't gorgeous but had an interesting face with high cheekbones, one I wouldn't get tired of. She wasn't skinny—I hate skinny women—and very well distributed. One thing great about marriage—you can eat again.On our first date we talked for maybe three hours. She wasn't afraid of interrupting my canned first-date speeches, which I didn't mind one bit. I showed off how cultured I.