I fed another one into an escalator, feet first. I’m no saint, is what I’m saying. But this was some next level shit, aimed at someone who technic...lly hadn’t done anything to me or my loved ones. And a black guy too, just to heighten the guilt. But I’d have done the same to Anders Breivik, you betcha.It didn’t help. I’m not even sure what I mean by that, but it didn’t. I didn’t feel better. His victims were still dead, and those who mourned for them would never know justice was done. They might. I was relieved to discover it was actually a skirt and blouse set, but dismayed when I realized the blouse was an over the head slip on. Frowning in frustration and worried what lifting her blouse over her head might do, I decided instant gratification was probably best in this situation so I located the side zipper on the skirt and gave it a tug. I took great satisfaction as the folds of blouse ended and revealed smooth creamy flesh along Almadelias hip. Checking her regular breathing briefly. Katy squirms.‘let’s quiet down now, missus…methinks you are getting a little too excited…’‘oh my god, rae…’i raise up again and look at her. she stares back, trying to read my face. i remove my tee-shirt, wanting to be naked for my beautiful friend. i straddle her and put my hands on my hips. i give her a scolding look, telling her, ‘now, you better behave…’‘i will…’‘you better.’‘or…?’‘you just better…’i start to feel my body, softly touching my clit with my left hand and slowly moving my right. As your thinking about what you’re going to do tonight your body begins to get excited, but you want to keep it down for later. You step out of the shower and choose your clothes carefully. You shave and put on some black fitted pants and a shirt. You do your hair and put some cologne on and grab your keys, mobile and wallet as you run out the door. As you’re walking down the street to the local pub, to meet up with your wing men, you notice a women turn and look at you. There must be a sign.