Neelu was movingthree fingers of her left hand fucking her pussy while her right hand wassqueazing her breasts with the Brassiere cloth. She was imagi...ing what hadhappened in the afternoon. The Negro was squeazing her brassiere cups in the samefashion. The very thought gave created more power in her hand and she startedsqueazing her breasts mercilessly as if it was not She but the Negro who wassqueazing her breasts uuuuughhhh ahhhh uffff muuaaa aaaaammaiiii ishhhhh fuck,yes ufffff, fuck. These kinds of decisions had never been put into thehands of the common folk before.As the service proceeded, I tightly gripped Philip's hand. While tearsflowed down my face, his remained unemotional. I had hoped that todaywould be the day he finally managed to grieve but there was stillnothing.After the service everybody seemed to go back to their usual day to dayactivities. That seemed to include Philip. As soon as humanly possible,he was marching off back inside the palace. I grabbed my. I noticed Ms. Walker standing in the hallway outside her class scanning the faces in the crowded hallway. She smiled when she saw me and beckoned me over.“Hi, Rick, how has your day been?” the teacher greeted me.Without waiting for a reply, she continued speaking. “I’d like to see you after school. Will you and your mother be home in an hour or so?”“Sure,” I said. “We’ll be at home.”Ms. Walker turned back into her classroom without a further word.WTF?, I thought to himself. The djinn was silent. ”“Don’t you have to decide rather soon?”“Yeah – I know you went to SFU, but SUU has that big Shakespearean Festival every year and you know how much I love Shakespeare. Although, SFU does a good amount of it in their other theatre.”“Well – Carol, if you asked me, and you haven’t, I’d love for you to go to SFU, but, for rather selfish reasons.”She blushed, “There you go again—you said that word again, Rann ... love?”I pulled over and stopped the car. It’s time to make my final pitch.“OK, hear me.