Give it away to charity or something." Like I said Mr. Hatt, I do not represent your parents, I represent theestate of your grandmother, the late Mrs....Ruby Bradley."Hearing his beloved grandmother's name Bob's stance softened slightly,"Grandma Ruby died ten years ago." Bob's gazed continued to soften towardthe woman. "I remember you, you were at her funeral. You were the onethat gave me that envelope with the letter and stuff in it."The woman nodded. "Yes that was me, when my father retired I. Cherry seemed aware of this and must have decided to take things into her own hands. She placed the report on the table in front of her and sat back in the seat and said to the guy. "Please don't take this the wrong way but is it true what they say about black mans penis size. The guy was a little surprised by the openness and replied that she would be a better judge as he never seen a white one. With that. Cherry placed her hand over his pants and started tub her hand back and forth over his. That was definitely south. Or was it? He shook his head, as if doing so would throw off the feelings robbing him of his bearings. When that failed, he reached for his canteen. Perhaps a long drink would help settle his doubt, but his hand grabbed at a bare hip."God damn, son of a jack ass. Ain't got smarts enough ta hang onta my damn water!" Patrick wiped a dust caked sleeve across his mouth. He turned and stared at the ground he had just covered. "She-it. Could 'a dropped that damn canteen. Abdul sat looking at Cindy he knew she was a girl from his school and had a reputation as being a violent trouble maker, the train jolted and pulled out the station and was soon jugging along the country side, Abdul saw Cindy stand and walk towards to him he felt nervous, Cindy stood in front of Abdul said ” why you keep flashing your cock you got a massive thing on you you should be able to get any girl” Abdul smiledreplied ” you want it” Cindy smiled ” said you wish” Abdul pulled his zip down.