" Stay put. The kids who came to get us said you were unconscious for several minutes." You were," said a female voice from behind me. I recognized it... It was the girl from the group of three kids I had played and sang for. They must have turned west when they got to the end of Weiner. I concluded that we had approached the corner of Cord and Silver at the same time. Because I had been traveling a lot faster on my bike, that was entirely possible."Yeah, dude," said the shorter boy. "You like. .. my cousin Sean!!! On sunday I called Sean and said " Yo Sean, my friends and I need a ride to my parents Cabin on Monday morning, you in?" He said " What's in it for me?" I said " Weed and beer." Sean goes " Ok what time do we meet and where?" I said " 7 am at my house." It wasn't long before we were packed and stocked. It's gonna be awesome. Its the day, Monday, i woke up at five just so i could jack off to get rid of the butterflies. We got in the van, our luggage. "Nah. She's Eastern European," Jerome answering them."Eastern European? They hate black people. Even in Russia my cousin told me that they harass African and Jamaican students. Even here in London the Poles keep on harassing mixed race people, calling them half castes and niggers," commented the 1 fat black girl."Fuckin racist bitch," 1 of the skinny black guys screamed at Daniella.Daniella tried to imagine she was in another place so that she could not hear them cursing at her.That same skinny. At about age 11 or 12 older farm boys who had gone off the war began bringing home small pornographic books. I remember two vividly – “The Cheyenne Husband” and “She Gave Her All.” The former was about a woman too ill to fuck her husband, and instead watched him fuck other women as she described in luscious detail their bodies, cock, cunts and the act itself. The second was about an older farm boy who would take his high school aged girl friend on a tour of the farm, allowing her to watch all.