I was against the window, about two-thirds back. I had just spent a week with my husband; he was on a long-term assignment and we only saw each other ...very few months. We had fucked like crazy right until it was time for me to leave, but being a horny 25-year old, I just couldn't get enough. I wasn't looking forward to the 20-hour bus ride home. I had only been with a few guys before getting married and wasn't what you would call a sex maniac. But since getting married, I have gotten so much. 01 am that Monday, it wasn't just my boss that was in the room. The under-secretary was there pouring himself a coffee; but that didn't stop Mr P from giving me the usual derogatory butt squeeze under the tail of my suit jacket.I wore a skirt today - knowing what I'd be walking right into. I also didn't wear any underwear, to save the time and embarrassment: something that I now regret, since he didn't wear a condom that day.Mr P is a very large man in stature: tall and very fat. He reprimanded. He knew that when the time came for him to release it wouldbe explosive. The crowd was in a frenzy, desperate to know who would be the first. Theywere chanting and dancing and drumming and praying. Naked black bodies gyratedand moved in trancelike fashion. The first symbol was pulled. The lucky frontrunner was an artist and musiciannamed Heru from the Philadelphia area. He was honey vanilla in complexion andhad locs that cascaded down his back. His 6'even frame was sinewy yet muscularand his. "Mr. Morrison! Mrs. Morrison! The garage is on fire! You need to get out!" Back here!" came a bellowed reply from Mr. Morrison. I followed the voice, crawling down the hallway and entered the bedroom to see Mr. M. struggling to get Mrs. M. into her wheelchair. Both of them were coughing. The bedsheets were tangled around Mrs. M's cast, preventing him from getting her off the bed. As quickly and gently as I could, I unwrapped the sheets and freed the cast. Once the cast was loose from the sheets.