Barman pulling pints like they was going out of fashion, queues outside the door.Bit like St Ives on a Sat day night really.That’s when the Coppers ...urns up. Some bastard had phoned them.“Ello, ‘Ello, ‘Ello, what’s going on here then?” the mouthy one with stripes on his sleeve shouted. Scruffy bastard, helmet on, flak jacket and short sleeves. What a prat. He waved his tazer around.“Fucking mainly,” Denzil explained, “Couple of darkies fainted with excitement.”“Bashed their heads in the. We support our own. And we love ourselves. Black Canadians don’t like us African-Americans. Yet just like ‘mainstream’ Canadians copy just about everything American, Black Canadians copy Black Americans. They don’t copy our true values such as hard work, self-determination and fearlessness in the face of White racism. Nope. They copy our music and our clothing styles. That’s about it. I can’t stand being genetically related to these losers, man. In Canada, I see Black Canadians line up to kiss. In the original photograph his come can be seen in her cunt, but he is not certain it has scanned. It doesn’t really matter. The woman has obviously just been fucked and is positioned to be penetrated again, though this time by eyes and minds and imaginations. The prepared Email list contains nine entries, anonymous code names or numbers he has made contact with at various sites on the Internet. His hand moves over the keyboard. For a moment he hesitates before clicking SEND. He has not done. The vibe in the condo just wasn't thesame since Marchesa left so I spend most of the time in my room and onlyspoke to my roomies in passing. As nice as my roomies were, I justdidn't feel very comfortable at all in opening up to them. Life feltvery drab.I recently had the weekend to myself because the lovely couple weregoing to her parents for a few days. That meant girl time! I felt thatit had been ages since I lavished myself in all my feminine glory.Since Marchesa left I pretty much.