Someone was lying on a bed; someone else was standing by it, leaning over the reclining person. Suddenly the standing person climbed the bed, straddle... the person in it. They were making love. The presence of danger was tangible. She could almost reach out and touch it.She would probably have been able to keep her calm if she had only been an observer, but the visions didn't work like that. The point of view constantly changed. One moment she saw the situation from a neutral, third party. ..alot. Once the food was polished off the topic of conversation moved to music.MP3 players were hooked up. Cries of 'If you liked that one you'll love this' echoed around the pool. Classic rock streamed from the hidden speakers. REO Speedwagon, Boston, Toto, Journey, Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, Whitesnake.....then it change into modern day classics, Blink 182, Nirvana, The White Stripes....hell even Beyonce and Lady Gaga made an appearance.The highlight of the night was Caley and my Mom dancing like. "But why," another friend of mine asked, "does this man wish for his own wife to be with c***d of another man?"I explained, as best as I could, that they were both of the opinion that they wanted to do something to make up for all the bad things whites have done to blacks over the centuries---and that, according to what Tomas had said to me as we chatted back and forth, having an interracial c***d was even better than the best anti-racist laws!"So, this man, this white man, he is wanting to. I worked with a guy named Ted who is my age, and his wife Lee Anne is just a year younger than Laura. Our families are good friends and we often entertained one another at our homes, and they sometimes joined us on our overnight hikes. Ted is very athletic and kind of a macho guy, at six feet and three inches tall and two hundred and twenty pounds, and Lee Anne is a little overweight, but still very pretty. She also has D-cup breasts, so it's always enjoyable to watch Laura’s and Lee Anne’.