It raised hell with us. We had endured lines of storms most of the day, mostly nuisances, but they increased in fury as the day wore on. A little afte... 4pm, we lost power.What was surprising was that it did not come on again within fifteen minutes or so. I was the senior staff member on site, the big bosses having bugged out early, so I made the command decision to tell everyone to head out for the weekend. We weren't that busy, and everyone likes to leave early on Friday, right?Well, not. Then a big BIG black man walks in a straight line in the middle of the crowd, shoving people aside, he was so muscular and so so tall, at least 7.3ft.He stood right in front of my 19 year old little husband, he opened his zipper took his black limp cock out and with the deepest scariest voice, he said: "SUCK IT, WHOREBOY!"Now there was no way that he would have known that June was a boy, I mean his face is so baby like and the make up on him was so well put that for a second I actually thought. She was not responding to me though, and that was a very bad sign. I quickly checked to see if she had any signs of a stroke, but the rest of her neurological exam was stable. As I continued to examine her, I started to see signs that she was coming around.I then reached out to Angela through our mental connection and quickly found her daydreaming of a ménage a tois with me instead of paying attention to her class."Angela, quick, I need your help." Anything, Master." She quickly replied.. You begin to walk up the stairs and looking how far up they go and realize how many candles are burning and thinking this could be set for Cleopatra herself. As you reach the top you see a door open and the candles leading up to it, so you glide to the room and enter. Inside you see rose petals all over the bed which is gigantic and also a glass of what could be champagne next to which is another note and a blindfold. You go over and sit on the bed and read the note which says, 'drink the glass.