A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m openly bisexual, and I’m a hard-working, coll...ge-educated and church-going gentleman. In a few weeks, I will be leaving the City of Champions for the unknown lands of Canada. I’ve got family in Ottawa and they tell me that there are tons of opportunities for people of color in that country. Judging by how well my Canadian relatives are doing, I’d have to agree. Still, there’s a part of me that. And this move made my leap into her as the sand cruiser was bearing down on us weeks ago look like it had been performed by a quadriplegic in comparison.Why was I so frenzied? Well, I'd basically put my entire self quite intimately inside a female now for weeks without ever once receiving her express permission to do so, and used her as I wished. That is not always a wise move.In the back of my mind was a story I'd once read by a famous science fiction author about how a car is the most deadly. ‘Alright, Mike, I was told to inform you that there are going to be a handful of stipulations that you’ll have to follow in order for Ms. Tisdale to visit.’ She says. Then, Janice beings reading out the stipulations for me. ‘Ok Mike, here are the stipulations your going to have to follow.’ ‘One, You must provide adequate shelter for Ashley during her entire visit, whether it be a hotel, motel or a private residence.’ ‘Two, Transportation must be provided at all times. ‘Three, A complete. The cape also served to cover the black shoulder bag that was slung behind her. Finally, she fastened her rapier to the belt.This was her third date with Wayne in two weeks—a kind of dating speed record in her experience. The first date had been the cast party on opening night. The second was Wednesday for ‘Brown County Day,’ when the entire school took a day off to go play in the woods at the state park near Bloomington. She’d ridden the sixty miles on the back of his motorcycle with her arms.