This was fucking incredible. Unbeknownst to my sleep-drugged father, he and I were DPing my doped up mother. Fanfuckingtastic! I was definitely going ...o do this again.The next few weeks were a blur of fucking Mom—a mix of doggy, ass fucking and a couple more DPs—and thinking about it all day while working at my crappy summer job. Except two more times where Mom must have mistakenly dissolved a sleeping pill in my hot chocolate. I woke up feeling very weary both times. I don’t know why people. Brother Samuel to my friends. I’m a big and tall bisexual black male writer living in the Boston area. Down in Massachusetts. This here is my story. Am I paranoid when I assume the white man or white woman I see giving me funny looks is a closet racist who means me harm simply because I’m brown-skinned? Am I wrong to feel uncomfortable when a white male or white female in a police uniform stares at me too long? Am I evil for thinking that if there were no white people on the planet, the world. Since 99.9% of the residents were Japanese, there wasn’t a whole lot of variety as far as appearance was concerned, so being blonde and in Japan definitely made you an outsider, and Japanese men couldn’t seem to get enough of the American women! While corporate America complained about closed trade markets, one look at the Japanese lifestyle told an entirely different story. The Japanese wore American clothes, watched American movies, ate at American fast food restaurants, and listened to. Jonas was startled when Detective Jordan moved up beside him again. The man could move very quiet when he wanted to. Jonas pointed in the direction of the men and held up one finger then pointed to his eyes then up and down the street. Detective Jordan nodded his understanding and pulled his pistol again. Jonas shook his head then pointed to himself and mimed with his fingers walking. Detective Jordan shook his head but Jonas ignored him.Jonas slouched and hung his head before walking past the.