I took my wife to work then waited for Dennis to arrive.Soon after 1pm there was a knock on the door, there stood Dennis, 6'2", thin and a black man. ... led him through the house to where the car was parked and after a look round we came to an agreed price he said "That'll do nicely for my wife". I offered him a drink as he gave me the money and we sat down at the table talking about families etc.As we sat he said "Well I'll have to be going soon" as he stood up his crotch was on level with my. Just go through the drill."He nodded okay and turned to Jill, his hopeful second of the night, and asked if she'd like to sit in the hay mow and keep watch.I could only shake my head that girls were that gullible.I got back to Monica's Pontiac and motioned for her to move over. Then, with the lights out to avoid drawing too much attention, drove out to the other end of an adjoining hayfield.As soon as I stopped, I leaned over and kissed Monica. She responded nicely, but after a few seconds. I knew all the stories, relishing them as a child: the Tyrants, Mark and Mary, who could enslave you with a single word, and who commanded the forces of nature itself; silver-tongued Alison and her demonic wife Desiree, who could suck out your soul with her kiss; April, with her eyes made of glass that would freeze a man solid if he ever caught her deadly gaze; Violet, who strangled men with the two serpents that grew out of her hair; siren Korina, whose doll-faced innocence lured men to their. Our floor's dorm head was a chemistry major named Brett Miller. His roommate, Reggie Dawson, was a shorter black guy who was working on his Law degree. He came into the room while I was talking to Brett and gave me a nod. He asked if I played basketball and I said I could play but I was more into pickup games and not into organized leagues. He nodded again and said that they played most nights for a couple hours after dinner and that if I wanted to play to let him know.The next day was for.