"Clara nodded. "But how will we fit?" Turn around, sweetie," I said.She squealed when she saw the slender and brilliant African American, her choreogr...phic collaborator and good friend sitting behind the wheel of Josh's truck, a really nice one with room for four in the cab. Lance and Josh had just returned from LA, flying there after Christmas with his family in Pittsburgh, and they drove to Minneapolis together, Josh bringing his sculptures/manikins to do some art. Somehow they made it. A friend of mine was having a party I stopped by to have a few beers and see what was going on it was the usual thing drinking bullshiting as the night wore on I met a guy named John. John was around 6 foot chubby bald average guy he made a comment about my Superman hat and that started the conversation turned out he was a comic book fan too and basically that’s what we talked about toward the end of the night he asked me for my number and said maybe we could get together some time. The next. Everybody important had to come by, shake my hand, and most important of all, get a picture. I listened to several speeches telling how wonderful I was, and I limited any remarks I made to various thank-you’s and I-appreciate-being-here’s and not much else. Privately, I told Kelly that if I had said what was really on my mind - that if I had known what I was getting into, I would have stayed working in the feed mill - I would probably have ended up in the stockade! She smiled and nodded and. Dori, of course, put a capstone on everything. She gave Dave a full body hug, even grinding her crotch against his junk and then kissing him hard, even worming her tongue into his mouth for a few seconds of tonsil hockey. He kissed back and allowed her the physical activity.As they parted, Dori said, “Someday, Dave, you are going to do to me what you so willingly do to Alice. She finally told me about Monday night. I stand in awe of your capabilities and stamina.” She laughed and flounced off.