I said I would be back, and went for a walk, saw a Tim Hortons, but also noticed a sign pointing towards a decent-sized church where a bloodmobile was...being held. I figured I could give blood within an hour and enjoy their cookies, lemonade or apple juice, so I checked my billfold, found my blood donor card, and walked over to the bloodmobile, one of the few times—other than funerals—that I had been in a Catholic church.There was a moderate queue, but, in most cases, prospective donors moved. We received hundreds and I mean hundreds of replies. Most of them were totally inappropriate. Some of them appeared good on the surface but did not pan out upon screening. Finally, I narrowed it down to five black men that sounded great through the web. I called them and I finally narrowed it down to one man, William Rogers, or Silky as we later learned.The three of us had agreed to meet at a restaurant, outside our town for a drink and a "meet and greet." Shannon was extremely nervous on the. The girl before him was still only topless so Tom waited in dead silence with bated breath for the show to continue - which it did.After a brief pause while the now topless girl stretched her arms then adjusted her little pile of clothing she proceeded to remove her mini-skirt. First she unzipped a little zip that ran down the left side of the material. Next this now topless girl very demurely put her hands in under the waist band of that white skirt and pushed it from off her hips then down. ..”“Seriously, she’s right, you know. All teasing and joking aside, we’re both afraid of the potential negative outcome, despite both of us agreeing we could simply chalk it up as a failed experiment. We both have concerns about that.”“True,” she sighed. “Sometimes life just isn’t fair.”“Do you love Glenda?” I asked.“That’s a tough question to answer right now. Can I say ‘I like her to death’?”“You can.”“Right now, there is only one person I love the way you mean, and that’s you. And you had to.