" Good idea, ' the sheriff agreed. "Want a couple of the boys to go along?"Lou held his breath waiting for the tracker's reply. "Naw, I'll take my rif...e along. We could see him if he were still down there. I'll just find out which way he went. I'll wait 'til ya catch up before trackin' him"It was getting dark down in the canyon bottom, even faster than up high where the posse was. If they took a while to get here, Lou still had a chance. He was desperate enough to try busting that jasper's head. I’ll lend you a something to wear over the torn dress.’ Then standing back up, ‘I’ll go cook us something to eat, and before you ask no it isn’t going to be a Bloody Mary. It’ll be something to absorb up some of the booze still in your system.’ and with that he walked out. A while later she wandered in, wearing one of his tee shirts, her hair wet and hanging down her back, face scrubbed clean, just as if nothing had happened, fresh and looking so young. Misha smiled at her as she took her seat. I was stunned. Patterson shrugged. He was just being honest. When I returned to my dorm that Friday night, alone as usual, I had some thinking to do. So, that was the state of the affairs between black college men and black college women. We saw each other as rivals and enemies rather than potential friends or lovers. Why was that? Unlike most sisters who will start enumerating the myriad faults of black men, I thought there were reasons on both sides why we weren’t getting along. Somewhere. Anyway, I needed to relinquish myself of my aching bladder. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. "Why couldn't you go when you were changing?" Coach Bitch asked. Shit. I knew he was going to ask that. "I didn't have to go." Coach grunted. "Fine," he mumbled. Thank heaven. I walked myself over to the entrance to the locker room and walked over to the urinal section. There were six sinks, four stalls, and eight urinals. I chose the last one, near the five showers. I took out my 6.5 inch soft dick.