"Hawaii doesn't seem like much of a punishment," she commented, stabbing a fry with her fork and taking a bite."And what would you consider punishment..."She chewed her lower lip several moments before saying, "Making donuts all day and not being allowed to eat them. Or, working in a library and not being allowed to read the books." Those would be awful," he agreed, smiling, "but mine was just as bad. I was separated from you."Swallowing, she said, "You really felt that intense?" Like my heart. You're in the middle of this. You showed me you wanted Carol and I got her for you. For us, as it's happened. You have an unrealistically low opinion of yourself."Julia turned to Carol, who was listening to us, "Who is the most fabulous person on the planet?"Carol unhesitatingly said, "Mark, of course. And the most incredible, nicest, most intelligent, awesome, and lots more. I'm reliably informed he's the best lover too, but I'll have to get back to you on that one, {giggle}. Soon, I hope. So. Everything wasn't all peaches and cream, however, because it seemed that she was so anxious to love and be loved, not to grow old alone, she would jumped into relationships where the warning signs were there and she found herself overlooking some major character flaws in men and giving too much weight to chemistry and not enough weight to character. She didn't date thugs, she dated emotionally immature men. It wasn't a preference it was just a reality that Black men hardly ever did any work on. She already knew that my software was voice recognition activated, so either of us could give the entire presentation without the use of our hands. I had no choice if I wanted to insure my safe passage while in the Federal Square area. So there I was: Naked, hands cuffed behind my back, and led around by a cock leash into the Federal Square. The sight was one to behold. The old grass mall area was now completely covered by a stage with three whipping posts. Each post was occupied by men.