You and I alone.’ ‘How did you get in, anyway, you bastard?’ ‘I’ve got a think for picking locks. And I wouldn’t be calling me names if I ...ere you. And I see you’re still hanging out with this white boy fool.’ ‘I’d be thinking about clearing your ass out of here if I were you, Chris,’ said Eric. ‘Looks like you’ve worn your welcome a long time ago.’ Chris switched his gaze at him, his eyes turned fiery. ‘I told you before to stop messing with me, didn’t I, white boy? Well, I guess it’s about. It was all so confusing for me because I was not the sharpest pencil in the stack when it came to math or numbers and I much preferred to concentrate on the human element and find out about the story behind the story to make my content more interesting.That was something that most editors found distasteful because they tended to think in set patterns that required so many words for description and so many words for hard cold facts presented in a logical format. That never was my style of. JM bent down and sucked her tits and pinched her nipples. His other hand moved slowly up her thighs towards her panties.As soon as she felt his fingers reach her pussy, Viki quickly closed her thighs and pulled her skirt down. I could see my wife look a bit tense as I suspected the alcohol was wearing off and she wanted to go home before she lost control. She sat up and asked him how much longer to reach our hotel. JM kept his hands on her bare thigh under her skirt and said it would be another. A distant thought flows into one more dream of her pain filled past. Behind mental doors of steel, bound and secured they should remain, yet not now in a defense that demands perfection always. For her past is alive, seeing her walking where once she did, and experiences yet again.======His smile perfect in mind and body as he willed himself to intertwine the path of her dream coming forth; one she will live again, and he will experience as well. Mental doors and walls into the home of her mind.