” Angela says in awe.“I know.”“You’re telling me you just got done fucking a foot long cock?”“Yea, it ran right to the tip of the ruler....And it was the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t too veiny, no foreskin, and it had a slight downward curve.”“God that sounds good right about...” Angela starts, but trails of mid sentence as her eyes land on a particularly delicious looking young man. “What is it?” Minnie asks, noticing the abrupt end to Angela’s erotic comment.“Nothing...” Angel. Cute enough that Nikki feels empowered to pursue a point of clarification about the beach.She leaned a little closer to them, even though there is nobody else even visible around them, “If I were to … perhaps … find myself naked on the beach … given the quietness during the week, would that be a big problem?” She even managed to blush, perhaps because these people were the ages of what her parents would have been.They looked at each other and smiled. The woman looked around, but she must have. "Kathy, you go get changed then you can come back to play with Emilybefore dinner." "Yes, ma'am," she saluted us before scampering off to thebedroom.Dinner was great. I was constantly amazed at Kathy's ability to leave allof her work behind and be in the moment with Emily and me. I worked upthe courage to lay one more foundation stone. "Kathy, I followed up onyour suggestion regarding my budding breasts and saw Dr. Morris today." Dana, you should have told me, I wanted to come to support you.". A college graduate, hardworking professional and homeowner who finds himself dissatisfied with his world. Sometimes, I wonder why Black people in America, especially the South, can’t seem to make any progress. I knew the answer the moment I asked myself the question. It’s their lack of unity. Seriously. White people stick together. Black people don’t. Until we support our own through thick and thin, we won’t succeed. Black writers strive to bring the Black experience into mainstream fiction and.