Laura stood beside the bed, adjusted her towel and started to walk toward the bathroom door when she heard Ben’s voice call out over the noise of th... razor. ‘Did you call Sara yet? Or do you need the number?’ Laura sat back down on the bed and reached for Ben’s cell phone. She flipped it open and just stared at the keys, no particular phone number clicking in her head and she began to cry. ‘Why can’t I remember her number? She’s my only sister and I don’t know her phone number,’ she whispered. He said he’d be back soon.He returned and we started partying. Beam on ice, beer chasers and some weed i had. Porn was playing on the TV. He even picked up candles. i love candles. i couldn’t believe it. We watched vids and got high for a while and i turned out to be a flirtatious guy. i was undoing his pants and whispered that i wanted to see it, and he smiled and asked if it was curiosity about “what they say about us,” this time playfully calling on the race thing. i thought that was funny.. On one side of the house I could see the small shed, while on the other side there was a large garden in which someone was bend over and busy removing weeds.At last my watch said it was seven thirty, with trembling and moist hands I stirred the car back on the gravel road and I slowly drove toward her house.The minute that I got onto the long driveway leading to the house, a huge black dog came to meet me and he began to run next to my car while barking continuously as if I was a thief. Then. ' I thought. The dark frothy strange brew stared me down, scoffing at the chances I would be able to drink more than a 1/4 of it. The eyes of the spectator, in the corner, was on me again and I could feel him having a laugh on me. 'How bad could this beer possibly taste?' I wondered. 'Maybe a darker beer meant it would taste better than the shit I had drank in the states, like Corona Mexican Cerveza?' I pondered. I lifted the glass and was amazed at how heavy it felt. If I wanted to show this.