He asked how his grandson was doing and inquired about her hubby. After a few more minutes of pleasantries, he went out to the factory floor to see th... progress being made with the various models in production.Danny went home a little after four o’clock. He stopped off at the grocery store to get a couple cases of beer and some frozen boneless chicken breasts. He then picked up a fifth of tequila from the liquor store. He also got a pint of gin for his pretty little sissy friend. He made it to. I could not hold my pants and fight off the hands as I gasped for air, by than one of them had took hold of my hands and my pants and underwear was pulled down to my ankles and one of my tennis was removed and my foot removed from that pants leg and underwear. Next I was pulled across an ottoman and one of them sat on my head and shoulders as he held my hands. Fingers probed my buttocks and entered my anus, I tried to kick as a wet slippery substance was spread into my buttocks. My knees were. And those words hurt me. They cut me deeply. So I wrote about the lives of Black men and Black women who happened to be gay or bisexual. I saw a lot of books by Black authors in libraries across Massachusetts but too many of them were books celebrating the thug lifestyle. I’m not a thug. I’m a college-educated, hard-working and church-going Black man. Even though I’m bisexual, I’m deeply conservative. I support same-sex marriage, of course. But I’m not in favor of things like legalizing. I open the door and kneel down beside her; miss we need to get you some help is there anything I can do for you? Someone I can call or notify? No, there is no one who cares about me. She shivers and I notice she is cold. Would you like to sit in my car? It is not much but its warmer in there then in here. She looks up at me again and just nods her head. I take her hand and help her out of her car just as another semi truck flies by and she grabs me hard and holds onto me so tight that it's hard.