She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. Oh merde! Sorry... I just remembered my parking tickets going to run out in five minutes… Hey, would you like to come over for some drinks? Id love to hear more about what youve been up to at university. Well, I dont know… Oh, if youve got other things to do, I dont mind, its just that I like to hear from my ex-pupils. And John, you know, my husband, is away for. There was something in him that said there had to be more to all of this. Like a paradise. Somewhere, and he had to find it. After about ten minutes or so of trudging between tall grass, he emerged to find himself at a rather large pond. It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected to find, but it was a nice surprise. He took shots of it, briefly considered climbing the low tree to get a better angle, before dismissing the idea when his camera gave its customary beep to signal that the memory card was. “I used to wear these type of clothes all the time before we all moved in together. I just wasn’t sure how you and Jack would feel with me walking around the house like this.” I paused then. “Um, are you ok with it?” “You know, if you actually looked like a guy right now, then yeah, I’d have a problem with it.” He said after a short pause of his own to think his words through. “But you sure as hell don’t look anything like a guy from where I’m standing.” That almost made me tingle. I looked. Hampton kept a well-stocked personal bar. Hampton stuck with his gin. Travers inquired, ‘Where did you grow up?’ ‘St. Louis,’ answered Hampton. ‘Nice!’ ‘Yeah! You ever fuck a bitch from STL?’ ‘Actually I did. Hot Black girl! She had good pussy.’ ‘I bet! I didn’t know you like chocolate.’ ‘Shit yeah, li’l buddy! I love big booties.’ ‘Is that so.’ ‘Yep. My wife is white, but she’s a PAWG.’ ‘Interesting!’ ‘Dog likes bone. Man likes meat.’ ‘I hear you,’ Hampton said standing. The twink of an.