After a brief lunch in a nearby village John drove off to the the beach--it was certainly off the beaten track--down a small lane on an unmade road le...ving trails of dust behind.Arriving at the little car park he was dissappointed as no other cars were in sight.The whole point was to view naked bodies.Just as he was thinking of leaving he saw another small car arrive in the car park and pull up next to his.Out stepped a lady in probably her 40's ,maybe a little older -it was difficult to. I doubt it, but she’ll be happy you’re not gay, or lesbian or whatever. So when do we get to meet him?”“When do you want to?”“What date did you get married?”“Two days ago,” she said shyly.“And you waited two days to call?”“We were ... busy,” she said.He laughed. “I bet you were. To answer your question, I wish I could have met him a month ago. But it’s too late for that. I need to try to figure out when your mother will come back to earth after you tell her. I’ll call you and invite the two of. ’ La Huerta watched as Isaac walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, hoisted the girl over his left shoulder and walked toward the house. A few chickens wandered aimlessly through the yard like unattended mental patients. A man in overalls with white hair and rough, red skin emerged from the house accompanied by a large, slobbering hound dog and met Agent Isaac before he could make it up the front steps. The chickens scattered and the dog chose one to chase off into the trees and. CRAYOLA BLUE (yep, thats her name cuz she liked wearing BLUE and her Mama useta work in a Crayola Factory) — had got in touch wit me thru a Nigga of a Nigga of a Nigga of ANUTHA Nigga dat I knew — and asked if I would help her with this ancient pussy artifact thang.Crayola was into collecting all dat Afrikan shit like Masks, Ivory, Clothes, Objects of Art and what not— and she heard I was one dem old, southern New Oreleans, Louisiana Niggaz dat was into da HooDoo shit.So she called me talkin.