She read his short message and then clicked on the attachment that read like this . . . "The game's even naughtier when we play at Carrie's," she said... "First, we break up into teams! Two people have to lie down together and not move a muscle or make a peep for 5 minutes or they have to do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING the other team wants them to." "Wait..." Mike started to protest the rules, but then trailed off with "never mind". The three pairs of eyes trained on him and bored through his outward. It sent a shiver through my body, and I started to respond to his kisses and kiss him back. He led me by the hand back to the master bedroom.I said "Please, we can't make love on my marriage bed - I love my husband."He sat me on the edge of the bed and said, "Don't worry babe, we aren't going to be making love - you are about to get fucked by a black man. We don't make love, not to white sluts." I am not a slut," I protested. "I have only ever had sex with my husband."His reply was that I was. ” I told her and wrote down the flight number too. “And the cab driver was heavy-set man in his forties. I didn’t get his name, but then I was too excited about starting school.” I wrote down the cab company and the number I remembered from the markings on the cab.She watched me with a frown. “School didn’t start for almost two weeks after you arrived. You couldn’t have been that excited about it.”I shrugged. “I was ready to get away from home and all of the people accusing me of things that. I. The Strange Death of David Parmenter by Erin Shoemaker, Jr.3. The Adventure BeginsDavid awoke to find himself lying in a bed in what was basically lookedlike another hospital room. His vision was hazy, and his head felt likeit was full of cotton - but certainly full of confusion. Rubbing hisface, he tried to clear his vision. On the side wall was a largecurtained window which looked out into what appeared to be a centralgarden area. Neatly mowed lawn, a few trees and brightly colored.