.well, for me it was a no-brainer." What do we call you?" asked Miguel, staring at her in wonderment."I'm Charlotte now," she said, "but with you guys...I'll always be Sarge." Wait how do we know you're who you say you are?" said Jerry. "This couldbe some kinda con." That's easy enough to prove," she said, "I just need to tell a few talesfrom our days in 'Nam. For instance, remember that time you came into campcarrying a captured AK-47 instead of your regulation issue M-16? I askedyou why, and. “I know just what you mean.” The conversation drifted to shared stories and past lovers. We've talked a lot about when she dated a black guy and the night I hooked up with his friend. I was dating someone at the time and knew it was wrong, but the sex was completely amazing. Julie proclaimed, “Interracial sex is so incredible!” I couldn’t help but agree with her. As we sat there making small talk, a tall, athletic built black man with a pair of tight jeans and a shaved head walked up and sat. "Oh . . . yeah," the boy grunted and turned totry to pull it to. He almost tumbled right out the van. Fortunately,AKA managed to catch him by his hard (surprisingly hard and well-developed)bicep. No flabby couch potato, this one. The boy's flat firm muscle-flexedtummy said as much as well. Beer Brain, the name AKA immediately wanted togive him, giggled and slumped back in his seat. Shaking his head, AKA reached across and closedthe door himself. Not that he minded. It gave him a chance to make. So I was kind of freaked out a little." That's completely understandable. Like I said, it was my fault entirely. Honestly, that's never happened before in my professional career as a professor, so I don't want you thinking that I prey on my students in any way." Gosh no Professor Hamilton. I never got that impression at all. You've always been one of the best teachers I've ever had." "I thought I told you to call me Susan?" she said playfully. "And thank you for the nice compliment. You've.