I don’t know how long we slept, but when I woke up, her head was still nestled on my shoulder and my now soft manhood was still partially ensconced ...n her warm, moist sheath.Her head turned up and she opened her beautiful green eyes, “Whatcha thinking Charlie?”I smiled, “Just trying to figure out who’s more beautiful ... you or Abby ... did you know her eyes take my breath away just like yours?”Sarah caressed my cheek, then moved and gave me a warm, gentle kiss, “I love you, Charlie, you. Finally, celebrated and feted to a fare thee well, we pulled out of the minuscule Marina and motored out to deeper water. Grace was sobbing into my chest until the people on the dock were a dot against the background of the shore.She pulled away from me, dry eyed, grinned and said, "I didn't think we'd ever get away!"Piper was almost four and the kittens were two. They settled right in and slept.Far enough out, we said good bye to diesel fumes and hello to silent sail. Out of Lake Saint Clair. The response I got was NO. I asked how many has been swallowed in the devils ass. MANYSo I asked if I was going to be the only one. NOThis was at 2am so I went to bed. I got back on the board at 945am and wanted to see if this was real. The board repeated what it said last night. I then asked which room was he wanting me to be in and the response BEDROOM. I asked if he wanted me to lay on my back or stomach and the response was BACK. I then asked if I would be able to see or feel and the. It didn’t matter, did it, that Claude Carolina fell for a white professor? That a raging war threatened yet another minority people, people of color at the mercy of unruly and undisciplined white men bound for a hedonistic treasure that one never gets but only chases like the visions of grandeur flashed upon the television screen? It was the white man’s ultimate colonization of every bit of spare land, no matter how useless, no matter how saturated with the black gold. Claude had the.