I asked her to accompany me for coffee. Being afraid of me she could not refuse. I took her in the same restaurant & we took a table in the enclosed c...bin. We both sat on the same side of the table. After 10~15 min of chit chat I asked her about that boy. She got nervous, then I told her that I have seen every thing. Later she almost surrendered. Without loosing any opportunity & time I gave her a lip lock. Firstly she surprised but soon she responded. Actually she had soon surrendered since. Haitians fought for theirs. I think that’s the fundamental difference between our people. The Haitian fights for what’s his. He demands justice. He demands respect. He works hard. He loves his God. He loves his family. He loves his country. He knows that he’s a unique human being with great worth in the eyes of the Lord. He knows his father and mother are descended from black men and black women who stood up against the world’s most powerful empires and said no to slavery. No to prejudice. No. She finished her cigarette with a dreamy and far away look in her eyes, on the way back in she told me she would get even. feeling like I might be going a little far I waited till 11:45 before I hit the button again. This time she didn't leave her desk just rode it out right there and at 11:49 the e-mail popped up with only one word BASTARD. 11 minutes later we got up to go to lunch but before I could head to the cafeteria she grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door and into the parking. After a decent meal in the sergeants' mess, I met Gino in the bar. He seemed in a better frame of mind than yesterday, possibly because of his night of unrationed passion with Janis.Gino had never been reticent about his conquests, and I got a blow by blow — take that as a pun if you wish — of what appeared to be a non-stop night of orgiastic depravity. If only half of what Gino told me was true he was certainly living up to his nickname of the Italian Stallion. He finished his bawdy tale, and.