She wasn't even surprised that he was African American. It was his voice. He had a voice with the resonance of James Earl Jones and the silkiness of H...rry Belafonte and the character of Morgan Freeman. The voice made her weak in the knees. She had been working out with Ed for 2 years. He was just as good looking as Richard, but she had never been tempted to get involved with him. Richard's voice seemed to wrap around her mind and take control of it. It attracted her inexorably to his body.Cathy. .. we’re next to a river so we have access to “bank run.” We have “bench, creek, lag, pea, Piedmont, scoria, lava, sedimentary and crushed bedrock.”“What’s Scoria?”“Like pumice.”“Oh Hell, no ... that stuff turns to powder.”“Perhaps I could come out, scout the path and see.”“Come out and look, I’ll stay home tomorrow.”In the morning, I was just pouring the coffee ... two cups.A white Dodge pickup with Taylor Sand and Gravel and a phone number lettered on the door negotiated the pit called. I would later learn, it was me submitting to his dominance. Monday at school seemed like weeks. When classes ended at 3, I headed to the bus area to catch a ride over to the high school. We load up and head out. Once at the high school, It likes my routine. I go into the stands at the football field, and sit down and work on my homework. Today was the same. I would look up from time to time and watch the guys. I was working on a book report when I heard Luke yelling my name. He was leaning over. She asked me and I honored her. In hindsight I should of said no but I didn't realize my weaknesses---what weakness do you mean young man? My mother is only 5 foot tall but has a 38DD chest and an ass that could of been a star on soul train. When I reach under both of her armpits with mine and lifted her from her wheel chair onto her feet she hugged me to hold on. The top of her head fit under my chin as momentum brought us together. I could feel her nipples pressing into my lower ribcage and.