He doesn’t care about anyone …if he’s given a bottle of wine and some money…we used to live in the last block of the colony where not even one...other family used to visit…V had a boring life going on…my daily routine was..Going to college, listening to my father and mother bitch about each other…then when I return to the home I used to listen to my sister bitch about my mom on her face.On one fine day…..I wasn’t going to the college…it was a holiday season.On my first day in the evening when I. It's vital I talk to Eve." We'll see. What is your job?" I'm in charge of sponsor relations. Some 'people' have done irreparable harm to the show which must be repaired right now." I don't think so. Wait. We'll talk in a minute." I looked at a young man who was carefully dressed. "What do you do?"He said, "I am Brent and help Miss Eve choose her outfits for the show while she is in Atlanta." Very well. Pick three that should work well and lay them out in her dressing room. Go."He said, "But I. She was a nurse and I knew she would be going to cover the night shift. So, my good neighbor and lover would be available during all night long for me.I called Pete and we chatted for a while. He finally told me he would cross the street before midnight. After a quick light meal for dinner,I took a warm shower, making sure I would be clean and freshly shaven for Pete. After drying my body, I applied a smooth lotion from neck to feet.I was already getting wet with anticipation already because I. The sight of prominent, white pussy had stirred something deep in his loins. He could feel his heart pounding, blood racing and 11” of prime, black snake swelling up in his pants. With a grin he waited a moment, put down the can and limped over to his favoured crack in the fence. His leg had been injured by a grenade in the war and still gave him trouble. Plus he didn’t breath as well as he used to either. Probably the cigarettes. Always damn short of breath and with pains in his chest. Millar.