‘Well, it looks like I’ve found a place.’ ‘Oh, Luke that’s wonderful! You’ve worked so hard for so long, I can’t tell you how happy I am...for you!’ Jessie smiled, her eyes sparkling. She knew how much Luke had wanted his own ranch. She knew what it was like to save every cent you made, in hopes of it affording a good life someday. She was genuinely happy for him, happy to see that dream coming true. He had worked hard for it and he deserved it. ‘Where’s it at? Is it around Carson City?’ Luke. This here is my story. Am I paranoid when I assume the white man or white woman I see giving me funny looks is a closet racist who means me harm simply because I’m brown-skinned? Am I wrong to feel uncomfortable when a white male or white female in a police uniform stares at me too long? Am I evil for thinking that if there were no white people on the planet, the world would be a better place and the human species would be better off? So many questions, so little time. Is it truly wrong of me. They had no idea that men and women could lie or be deceitful. It was better if everyone was taught that people were generally trustworthy, and at least in Haven, that was true. A surprisingly large number of the population weren't even taught about sex, much less the concept of sexual taboos. Even this strange religion wasn't immune from the usual religious stigmas, including fear of sexual promiscuity which, they believed, would lead to sexual deviance and crimes. The elders decided the best. As we kiss we start out very gently, but before long we are probing each other’s mouths with our tongues. The harder I breathe the more I inhale your perfume. Can you feel me stiffen against you? Do you realize what effect you have on me? Are your juices leaking into your panties? It’s time to end our embrace before we get too out of hand. As we walk along hand in hand, we sneak a kiss every so often. Suddenly I can’t take it anymore, I pull you into a small alcove. Hugging you close again I.