A minute later, he could just make out two huge niggers walking ponderously at either edge of the aisle, a hazy pale figure slightly behind them, and ... dancing woman prancing around. As he squinted for a better look, he smelled the musky odor of fuck sweat, and the fat black whore handed him a small glass with a white liquid. As he downed it, he thought vaguely they probably wanted him drunk, but he knew how to hold his liquor.Everything began to happen at once. He could see that the dancing. “We do. Shake hands on it?” I offered my hand.“Just this once. But then, we’ll NEVER meet again. Oh, and my true name isn’t Jesus,” Jesus informed me.“What is it?” I wondered.“Michael the Archangel. Jesus was an alias I used as a human being. The Jehovah’s Witnesses got a few things right, even if they were wrong about blood transfusions, Hell, and things of that sort. Farewell, and, hey, I’ve gotta say it, just to keep my word, but don’t worry, it doesn’t mean what people feared. Depart from. We went through the doors, past a small group of friendly people all greeting us with smiles and dicks and tits and pussies and asses. Yes, I admit it, I shrunk up!“Mick, our cupboard is letter “E” over here. Find an empty refrigerator and unload your box.”“Ok!”I moved down the row of small refrigerators until I found one that was empty. One of the campers approached me with a roll of masking tape and a Sharpie. She was naked and smiling and friendly and close. I opened the door and the cold. " Really?" Frederik asked, sounding happy while he sat up straighter on the sofa."Really!" Sandra responded and stood up. She moved in front of Frederik, trying to move as sexy as she could.Frederik was surprised when he noticed something raising his head, in his pants, but was even more surprised when Sandra straddles his lap, while facing him.The sleeping dress rode up a little, because Sandra had to spread her legs, so she could place her knees at both sides of Frederik. It exposed her legs.