Once it was a long weekend. I decided to call this man up and see what he had to say. I had not thrown that piece of paper till now and it was still i... my purse (you know I am a little bitchy). When I rang him up, the man was speechless as he had no hope. The conversation went like this after I told him who I am.Man: “I did not think that you would call me.”Me: “I called to know why you dropped your number in my bag.”Man: “Madam, I know that you liked what I did otherwise you wouldn’t have. He carried on polite conversation, all the while checking out this beautiful, classy vision in front of him. Donna also managed to respond to the conversation appropriately, but caught herself wondering, for the first time in her life, what it might be like to have a black man, THAT black man in particular, on top of her, inside her, rutting with her as if they were animals. She shivered, realizing her panties were wet. Not damp, WET. About 10 minutes later, Tracey and Eddie were saying their. I took my pistol, braced myself, and aimed for the larger head. Bang! There was a rustling noise.“You hit him, not kill him,” Philip said.“Mebbe die soon,” Cook added.We walked over. I could see some blood. Philip bent down and looked at the ground.“You hit ‘im bit low. Mebbe neck. He not movin’ quick. We walk left.”We did. Philip stopped again and held up a hand. We heard noises, including hissing, grunting and coughing. “Him dying. Wait.”We did. There was another cough.“You got flashlight?” I. I like to meet people and I'm darn sure computer literate."Would you like some more fruit?" Diana asked."Huh?" My gosh. My plate is empty. "No thank you. I can't believe I ate all that food. It was delicious."Insistent upon helping with cleanup, Alesha managed to rinse some of the dishes. Annie was at another sink rinsing as well. When the last dish was rinsed, she turned around to start something else and stopped. All the girls, including Linda (Madison's daughter) were just finishing wiping.