How bloody typical, I thought. A miserable rainy day, a depressing railway station and the girl I love has refused yet again to move north with me. Oh...fuck it! Fuck her! Fuck everything! I approached the ticket booth and fished in my pocket for the fare. There was a short queue at the window. One lady clutched the hand of a small boy who was looking around him, a finger up his nose. She slapped his hand away, ordering, “Stop that, Timmy.” He stood only as tall as her knees. She must have seemed. ”“Well…We’ll see. We’ll see what your brother wants to do.”“Well, OK. But Mom…He’s fifteen…What do you think he’ll want to do…Go out to dinner with us or sit home, stuff himself with pizza, and watch Megan Fox kick some Transformer ass?”Mom smiled a little bit. It was nice to see.“You’re probably right.” She agreed. “But we’ll ask him when he wakes up anyway. Poor thing…He’s really beat.”She fell quiet and stared out into the ocean. I could see her attention going someplace else; someplace far. She was somewhat startled when I told her that he was a black man. She was quiet for several minutes, while she mulled over the situation.“I don’t feel just right about this,” she said. “He’s a Negro and I’ve never fooled around with a Negro before.”“Hey,” I responded, “this might be your opportunity to find out if its true or not: Do blacks really do have bigger dicks!” Her answer was not exactly enthusiastic. We talked about the possibility of a three-way again later that night and I. Her voice was none too steady though when she answered. “I found them.”They came pounding around the bend, drawing up short when they saw us. None had weapons out and we had them cold.“Howdy.” Zeke said, trying not to laugh.“How do you do? Please, allow me to introduce myself and my companions. I’m Elsa Monahan. The older gentleman is my Pa, Eion. The two to the right are my brothers Murphy and Gallison. The man on the gray horse is my intended, William Munford. You have us at a disadvantage,.