" Yes Violet."She reached up and patted his cheek, "Bill, for an asshole, you're a good man. I have seldom regretted saving you and Mina from the Cent...al Park murderer. Last night I almost wished I hadn't." She turned to go, over her shoulder she said, "I don't mean that, you know ... Mina has been a joy ... you? Not so much. I'll send her down."Hours later, Aoibheann, or as everyone around her pronounced it, Ih'veen, laid her head on the stack of folders. She mumbled into the mass of paper,. I worked for an oil industry logistics company.For background, Emily is now thirty six. She’s curvy with 34H breasts, a natural long haired redhead with green eyes, has very creamy white skin, and has always had a penchant for black men. I knew this before I married her (the first time I ever saw her she was making out with a black guy in a club), and that’s never been a problem for me. Indeed, black/white sex runs in her family – her sister has had two children by two different black men, and. . Well I get it,so just hold your hand there and I'll do as much as I can." Mom, not what I meant," said Ray, as she began lathering his bellybutton and pushing down the waistband on his speedo a little."Whether you did or you didn't, this has to get done," said his mother,not taking no for an answer. "Now hold your hand over the damn thing, andI'll at least take off the top and what I can without getting toopersonal."He pulled down his speedo more while holding his hand over his manhood ashis. Zai wondered if something in their conversation had broken something in the boy. He was moving, doing things, but he didn't seem to be thinking. Zai reached out and put a hand on his shoulder as he turned to put the jumper on. He focused, fought to break through the barriers he let build up around the smaller, gentler part of his empathic talent, and found the boy's voice in his mind. Words tinted by a lostness roamed around in his mind.I'm dead. Either way I'm dead. And I chose to live with.