I didn’t care. Paul was there, with the hood of his parka down. Paul, looking at me, hands stuck in his pockets just like always. His hair had grown...long and a beard hid his face, but I still recognized him. He didn’t react as I approached but just kept looking at me, expression strangely troubled. It wasn’t until I reached out to touch him that he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. He was freezing.“Hey baby,” he said.“Are you…?” I touched his face. His beard scratched my fingers. I brushed. “You were so drugged on all that stuff Mom gave you, your pupils were the size of dinner plates, and I was pretty doped on what came out of you because of it, but this was ... not like that.”“No, this was much more, um, intimate and close.” I looked at her, and said, “Honey, how are you? I am so happy to have you home my heart could break! I have missed you so!”“Me, too, Daddy!” she smiled. She then gave me the most undaughterly kiss ever, eyes open until the last second, closing as her lips. "This brings back lovely memories, you caressing me." This is reality, forget about the memories, and enjoy the now." Oh yes, can we go to my bed, I would like you to take me to bed and give me the cock that Melanie so worships." Come on then, see what you can do with it."I walked behind her into again an almost bare room without any frills. She turned and stood in front of me. "Can I undress you, I would like to very much."I held up my arms and she started, she wasn't slow she almost tore the. A melee ensued, and the end result was two of the bouncers ended up in the hospital. I shook my head. Saadiq shrugged, and said he’d bet on three Somali guys against a small army of White men if it came down to that. What admirable bravado, I said sarcastically. This young brother was seriously starting to piss me off. What is about young Black guys that makes them think they’re invincible? I glared at Saadiq and told him that not every White man was his enemy, and not every Black woman who.