I was wondering if Pete’s here?”“Yes, he’s in his room. Is everything okay?”“Yeah. I’m sorry it’s kind of late, but I just wanted to c...eck on him.”She eyed me and then unlocked the door. “Please come in.”“Oh, um ... I think I should stay outside.”She seemed about to say something, but then gave me an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about the other day,” she said quietly. “Ted’s sister is unwell, and it is really affecting him these days.”“I’m sorry to hear that, and ... I’m not upset. I know this. I respectfully disagree. Opposites attract, and it often works wonders. Please allow me to elaborate on that, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Joel Saint-Vincent, and I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father and a French Canadian mother. My folks, Lucas Saint-Vincent and Marlene Tremblay split when I was in the tenth grade, and I guess you could say that I come from a broken home. I’d like to think that my difficult upbringing in Montreal’s north side toughened. To see her belly grow larger and larger ... to feel that life inside her move and roll. Her biology demanded that this mating be fruitful, and, that if it wasn’t ... this time ... that she do this again and again until it was.She looked up his body, past his bulging chest muscles, to his calm face. He was smiling, and it was the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. She loved that smile, and her pussy muscles clenched to tell her that they loved what was attached to that smile.Suddenly she was. "The hour between dinner and sunset was usually a quiet time in camp. The bright light of midday had faded to a softer illumination. The sky turned red as the sun made its way below the horizon. The birds usually gave forth their last announcements of their territories before making their way to their nests.When marching, it was the time of day that every man and woman in the army anticipated. Folks took advantage of the fading light to get their campsite ready for the night. People sat in.