You ... you need a black guy tonight?" Albert asked.I must be dreaming, Albert thought."Do you live somewhere around this area?" Caramella asked."Sure...I do," Albert responded."Are ... are ... are you a hooker?" Albert had to ask.Caramella hated the question. She was not a hooker, for the fact that she would have sex with any black guy free of charge."No. No I am not. Hey do you know what a one night stand is?" Caramella asked him back."You ... you ... you want to do it with me," Albert. So the next couple of days I hatched a plan to make this happen, I started talking to a staff member who we had gotten to know, and I know was into my wife somewhat. The plan was on our last night there I would take my wife out drinking get her pretty drunk and convince her to be spontaneous and have sex on the beach with me. The night started off perfect we danced, and we more her drank, and drank. I could tell she was past the point of no return drunk wise, so I whispered in her ear, lets go. He loves you, now. Thank you, my friend. Thank you.” Carrie was left sitting in the circle. Her body was in the same position, as it was when she was pleasuring Emily. But, now there was no one there. She glanced over to the jar, and it was glowing with a swirling, blue light. They had been successful. Carrie took down the circle and redressed. Somewhat saddened, she thought of the sacrifice that Emily made for her and Trina. It had been a selfless act that allowed her to finally rest. The. ”“I can’t argue with your there,” Xander agreed. “I’d love to do it again.”“So, what’s stopping us?”“Um ... you might get pregnant?” Xander offered.“I might already be pregnant,” Taylor answered. “If I am, screwing now can’t hurt anything. You can’t make me more pregnant. If I am not pregnant, I have the day after pill to protect us.”“I don’t know, Taylor,” Xander responded. “I don’t think that us doing it again and me dumping more sperm into your belly is the best way to protect you.”Taylor.