Everybody has their burdens to bear and I guess she's one of mine. Hopefully I'll never let her down, but damn-it, she can be one hell of an aggravati...n!"Daniel," Sara interrupted me while I was reviewing one of the millions of stupid reports our benevolent government demands from the few actually productive people in our great land. I don't know why I bother. Crystal hasn't let a mistake show up in any of our reports or correspondence since that time I caught her purposefully inserting a typo. I found it hard to talk as I finally managed to meekly reply, "Yes...and you're Mark?" From your expression I suppose Dave didn't tell you I'm black," Mark said as he walked over to the couch and sat down. "Is that a problem for you?" "No," I replied, "I guess I just wasn't thinking..." Mark cut off my rambling reply as he told David to get us all something to drink."I'm sorry, you were saying...," Mark said looking back at me. "Nothing really, it's nice to meet you." David handed us our beers. At the time, she’d chalked it up to his not wanting to go home, though it was odd that it was back lot that he was upset about getting further away from, and not the festively lit windows through which Santa could be spied. But he seemed quite untroubled now, pointing not at any shadows but the TV, and Natalie didn’t mind letting him stay up. Babies don’t pay attention to clocks, nor do they have any reason to. Besides, he’d been good company as always, burbling inquisitively as Natalie went. By now they had full attention of the small group of guys in the store that were trying hard not to look like they were watching. Karen had on one of her business suites which reveals lots of cleavage. By this time the black guy had moved his hand around to the front of her suit and was cupping one of her full breasts. From the side you could see him rubbing her nipple.I was standing back trying to pretend I was reading a book and had the biggest hard-on watching my wife getting her tits.