Karen began to come out of her shell over the following months and our lines of communication opened up. Despite our renewed openness I had still held...back many of my more risqué fantasies and I was surprised when Karen mentioned a black celebrity as one she had on her list of celebrities she wanted to fuck. Her top three until then had been Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds and Matthew McConaughey. Poor Matthew got bumped for Terry Crews and I was shocked.Karen wasn't racist at all. One of her. He sauntered over and settled himself on the stool next to Emma.It would have been nice to hear what they were saying, but I was far too far away. I assume that he offered to buy Emma a drink and presumably she accepted the offer. She was smiling at him and he was not far short of smirking back at her; his body language telling me - and his friends I suppose - that he was going to score this evening.Emma amazed me; mind, she always did in that little black number. What is it about little black. With all the snow, the streets were getting covered, and it was no real problem to run right up the street. Fortunately, there were only two stop lights to deal with, and both of them were green, so he didn't have to go to the hassle of stopping and starting the dogs. "Just Gee, Just Gee," he told the leaders. He wasn't sure that Ringo knew the command for an easy right turn, but Cumulus nudged him to the side, and they ran down the street right next to the curb.Mark called "Whoa!" right in. When I looked again at Mother's eyes, I saw only the clear blue gems that had always comforted me. They crinkled in the corners with amusement, a surprise on this most devastating of days yet perhaps understandable. "So, Deacon, do you still think this is impossible? Or should I say, 'Cherysse'?" The voice that answered her was not my own, though it came from my mouth. This voice was lighter, more musical, more full of life and energy. The register had not changed, my own voice had.