This felt to good to be a dream. No one had this good an imagination.I reached down and sure enough, I felt hair. I moved my hand a bit and felt an ea.... Covered in hair? What the hell was going on. I looked at the source of all this pleasure."Daisy! How did you get in here? What the hell are you doing?" Joey's Golden Retreiver stopped giving me a tongue job, looked at me and barked.Of course Les woke up with all the commotion. It took her a second to figure out what was going on, but with what. The song just spoke to me,’ she said, and then looked down at her hands and added, ‘It made me cry.’ Lars hugged her spontaneously and then asked her, completely out of the blue, if she’d like to sing that song as a duet with Tim and him on stage later that day. Moria looked amazed and accepted. Hunter smiled at her, glad to see her so happy. ‘Dave, cÌmere,’ Tim called out. Davey walked up to where they were sitting, ‘What’s up?’ he asked. ‘Dude, you got to hear this chick sing!’ Tim said to. “I don’t care what James says,” Bobbi declared, “I’ll find a way to pay for it.”I could tell the conversation was a tense one. I waited a few minutes and poked my head into the office.“Is everything okay?” I asked. I was being intentionally nosey, but I figured if Bobbi didn’t want everyone to know her business, she would have and could have shut the office door. Bobbi pushed her fingers through her thick locks of long brown hair and looked up at me. She leaned back in her high-back office. The problem was, these marriedwhite women were down in this repressed Caribbeanisland looking for local young men, that is, localyoung black men.Miriam was embarrassed by the way that the white womentalked and carried on with the young blacks. She wasn’tprejudiced, but proper white women just didn’t act likesluts around Negro men. Miriam had always likedCharlotte Rampling but the way she threw herself at theyoung black boys was outrageous. Charlotte was oldenough to be their mother, for.