As I was standing there reading the inscription, an old black man came up to me. "You interested in Marvin?" "Some," I said. "My girlfriend r...ally likes his records." "I used to be a neighbor. Knew him when he was a kid." And he did look about the age Marvin would be now, or even a little older. "They're all dead now but one sister, but I got some clothes they threw out that Marvin used to wear. I need money. You want to look at them?" I thought for a second. This. If he lost that hope, he wouldn't be able to survive.Maybe, today, he really was coming home to her. Perhaps by some miracle this time she might have come to understand his love for her.He looked out his window as the aircraft descended; his heart filled with hope. Hope that she would accept his love.What can I do to make you love me?What can I do to make you care?What can I say to make you feel this?What can I do to get you there?She stared restlessly at the list of arrivals, impatient for his. Aking up to the screeching sound of a rocking wooden bed as my body moved in a constant motion opposite to that of the bed’s, forward, backward, forward, backward and so on, I felt edgy yet happy, there was this tension building up through my body while lying in bed on my back, slightly regaining consciousness, I felt my penis throbbing inside a squishy wet hole and was fully erect; buried in that very tight soft wet hole which belonged to a small body, a fragile entity, this entity was warm,. Both men were winded when Jim pulled out, carefully holding the base of the condom. Jim stood up straight, and carefully removed the condom, making sure not to spill any of the precious seed. "Turn around kid." Jim ordered. The kid was still naked from the waist down when he turned to face Jim, who was holding the used condom out in front of him. "Drink it." Jim barked. The kid took the condom, and emptied the contents into his mouth. He consumed them in one gulp. "All right, get the fuck out.