"So, how was your evening with Shannon?" Allison, a gentleman does not kiss and tell," I chided her."Right! Don't make me hurt you. It's up to you tho...gh. Either you can tell me, or I can stop helping you with her. What do you think, benevolent assistance or flying on a wing and a prayer? You might as well tell me anyway. You know she is going to and then it will be too late to get your side of the story in." Okay, okay. I was just kidding. It was really nice. I think it went well. Thanks for. In seconds, they were soul kissing. Another Black dude got up and put his hand up her skirt from behind. She now had a Black man front and back feeling her up.They undid her blouse, unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. In a flash, her bra was undone and those beautiful breasts bounced out. She stood in front of the Blacks naked except for purple garter belt, nylons and the stiletto sharp platform heels.The scene changed. A tattooed Black reclined leisurely on a large sofa. He had short. I agree, we need to talk, but later. I love you Stacey, a lot,” he said. He licked his lips and, not so slowly, fell asleep. “I love you too big guy,” she muttered to his all but unconscious form. **** I had a ton to think about, and bars are wonderful places to do it. The Spur was my thinking place of choice. Well, it was my thinking place of choice all right, but I was doing more reminiscing than thinking; they’re not the same things. I was reminiscing over my lost love and my hatred for my. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away --they have endured but an instant --and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most.