The palest I ever saw a black man get. Probably wondering how he can drive it back to Shreveport."Shaking my head, I sidled by the men and walked back...and turned. The tunnel branched left and right, both ways crammed with more shit. All that kept going through my head were stories my uncles told about VC tunnels in 'Nam where the Viet Cong and NVA (North Vietnamese Army) practically lived for much of the war in the late sixties and early seventies.I walked about a hundred feet down the right. “Well, for the good of the company, I’d be willing to share a room with you. You know, just to keep down expenses.” “That’s very nice of you.” Beignets with Don: I finished my coffee and looked at my watch. It was a few minutes before nine. “What time do we need to be back in Lafayette?” I asked. “I have a two o’clock conference call.” “Do you mind if I start my new assignment this morning before we head out, with you helping me?” “What do you have in mind?” Tom asked. “I thought we’d run by. Becky loved to sit on her daddy’s lap in that chair when they watched movies, because she could always feel her daddy’s cock get stiff in his pants under her, and that felt really nice against her cunny. Richard stood in front of his chair, waited for his wife and daughter to kneel in front of him, and for Madison to get into a position affording a good view of the action. Then he let Marie unbutton and unzip his pants, letting them drop to the floor. She then looked to Becky, who with a smile. At that time there was no mutual interest. I moved from town and we lost track of each other. Years later I found him by chance in my new city: he too had moved to it and was already married. He had gained weight. But what made the encounter memorable was that just as he greeted me he looked at me in a penetrating way; I also felt something new in me for him: it was like a mysterious and sudden attraction between the two. We passed to each other our telephone numbers. He did not take long to.