"Oh what is there to do?" Marilyn couldn't hold in her laugh. "I think we'll come up with something."Michelle and Melissa were looking at the same sno...fall as all the cars on Lake Shore Drive were at a stand still. Both were worried about Ilsa. Ingrid had died the year before from leukemia and the twins adopted her. She still worked around the apartment but there wasn't too much to do now. Michelle and Melissa were not very active because of their age. Ilsa only fed them breakfast and an early. Something. And then it was sort of a blur until she had found herself lying naked on her bed, watching her walk towards her. Goddamn she had never been taken like that, like she had no control over what was happening. She was usually the one in charge in bed and it was....indescribable. She was so turned-on she thought she might have come before the girl was actually inside of her. And coming multiple times, her body unable to control itself and quite honestly, her not caring. She wanted that. Lobo, however, was so frustrated by his inability to join the battle that he gnawed on a limb, hiked a leg and pissed over the side of the nest.Morales didn't know how long he stood with his bow at half draw, but he finally let out a sigh, slacked the bow and carefully took the step to be fully back in the nest."Shit, Lobo. Shit!" he muttered as he cocked and reloaded his crossbow. Then the shakes set in.Lobo was still staring over the side, his restraining rope pulled to its maximum extension.. The way I see it, Black men and Black women worldwide should unite against the forces of racism and discrimination. We should look out for one another in the racist world we live in, rather than turn against our own. Tell that to the Black women of America and Canada. They’re too busy bashing Black men to notice that other folks don’t really care about them. Enough about that. Let’s talk of happier things. I enjoyed my dinner with Gina Renaud. Afterwards we went into the living room and watched.