One was dark skinned, early 20's and stacked. The other was light skinned, early 20's and just as stacked as her dark skinned partner. The light ski...ned girl had actually came down to Atlanta from Detroit to make some money dancing in the strip clubs during Freaknic and her dark skinned friend was tagging along for the good time. I took a serious liking to the dark skinned girl because I love the contrast of black labia and pink pussy hole anyway. The dark skinned girl had a strange name,. It was a big individual house in a calm area I went and rang the bell a maid came who was looking quite good in her 30’s I asked for Anjali and she asked me to sit in the hall Anjali came in sari all assets covered perfectly with a chandhanam and kukumam on her head. She just asked what u wanna eat and drink. I didn’t say anything. She game me orange juice and biscuits and she asked me y I am not studying properly and concentrating I din give a proper answer she again asked I kept my mouth. Otto stumbled into a small declivity in the arroyo wall and plopped down with the pack in his lap and the rifle laid across it. He was asleep almost before he had stopped moving, and he didn't wake up until the sun was burning down on him. Dammit! Otto had slept much longer than he had intended, but he did feel better for the rest. Since he was not dead, he could safely assume that the Comanches didn't know exactly where he was. The fact that he had been moving over broken ground and carrying. But I was impatient.When I complete a story I want to post it immediately. I'm so happy with it that I want to share it this very second and hope for feedback. (I used to wait for feedback. Now I just hope for it.) The euphoria of typing "End" is unbelievable. My story is absolutely perfect right down the last period. And it says exactly what I wanted to say. Fortunately I know now not to post that mess.My first drafts are pure creative blitz writing. Get the idea into the computer. While I'll.