I look closer and notice that in small letters is written, “White Power over niggers”. I gulp hard & Dana continues, “Depending on how she react... to this will depend on whether they leave her here, give her back to you or take her back with us.” “What? She’s my wife!?”, I beg. “If they take her back, they probably will just kill you. But, don’t worry, that hardly ever happens. Only couples that no one would notice gone fall into that trap.” I let out a sigh of relief and go back to watching all. “It was just gonna’ be a lark, anyway,” she consoled herself. “Like Millie says, Junior is more my type.”She had learned so much about men. It was like junkyard dogs scrapping for a bone. Being the bone gave her a certain power over them, which she retained at great cost. It was worth it.“I love it when men just have to be men,” she chuckled to herself.Junkyard dogs were the kind who knew how to howl at the moon—although their meanness could get out of control at times. Men were so predictable.. Patti intervened, “Well, really, guys, we do the same. I mean, we all go to one of our houses and we go upstairs and...” She looked around the crowded cafeteria and returned her gaze to her companions. “And we fuck like bunnies,” she muttered. Then, she grinned broadly. “And we swim bareass and we do homework and we do it some more.”“Sounds like a plan to me,” Donna said. “So, what’s different this week?”Andy responded, “Ms Davidson and Mr Pryzck are going to Chicago for a conference or. We both lay there breathless as we each began to climb down from our orgasmic peak. I hugged him. “Thank you sweetheart” I whispered “you make me feel so alive”. He kissed me “and you make me feel so happy Anne my darling”.I was mystified about how he was so sexually expert and his story. “Why did you father order you out of the house” I asked “Toby said you never talked about it”. “I don’t like to” he replied “not my fondest memory”. “So why?” I pressed him. He hesitated and then said “dad.