I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a tall glass of O.J. so I could take 2 aspirin before downing nearly an entire bottle of Nyquil and hit the b...d. On my way up the steps I could have sworn I heard something. I paused on the stairs and listened for a moment. I could definitely hear something, but I wasn't sure what it was. I crept up the steps quietly with my ear cocked to the sound, determined to find out what and where that noise was coming from. At the top of the stairs, the sound. "Hot! Hot!"He chuckled. "Yes, it's hot, don't touch" No tuch, hot!"Downstream from where he'd gotten the water, he picked up stones and retrieved her clothes. After wringing them out, he hung them on stakes near the fire. Breakfast was stale bread toasted over the fire and a juice box for the baby. The boiled water refilled their water bottles with enough left over for them to 'share' a cup of hot chocolate. After, she threw rocks into the stream while he inventoried what they had. He dumped. Their time has come and gone, just like the T-Rex. Make way for the new breed, and yours truly is a proud member of that category. I walk through my university campus, a six-foot-two, dark-skinned and burly young Black man. The campus is quite diverse, you see lots of Chinese, Indians and Arabs walking around. You see girls in hijabs and girls in miniskirts. You even see short-haired, buff chicks in guy clothes. You see all kinds of guys too. Nerdy Asian guys, alert, suspicious white guys and. ‘If I let go of your hand,’ she asked, ‘do you promise not to take it away. Not to stop what you’re doing.’ ‘What would you do if I did?’ I asked. ‘I just might decide I like wearing clothes,’ she replied, threateningly. ‘Cruel woman,’ I said. Reassured she let go of my hand and, while I kept up my ministrations, she began to tease her slippery nipples. For a long time she was lost to the world. Long moans came from her wide-open mouth. Her eyes were closed. Then with an almighty.