Okay, no, THIS thing is the piece of sewing sorcery. It was a stygian shade of black, and the love and care that had been put into the design of the b...oomers and petticoat… here on the dress itself reached a level of obsession. The garment was the perfect wedding of funeral dress and bridal gown; a marriage of somber severity and elegant exuberance, intertwined not seamlessly, but rather with every seam lovingly tailored to draw out and complement these details. The hem was a stunning flowery. It was a very collegiate look. Tuesday came and Sophie came over to help me get ready. She and I had bonded nicely and she was insistent that she was there to do my makeup. Sal was so into things that he blew off his Tuesday class to check me out before I left. With my hair styled and a killer set of fake nails, I was off.As I was driving over to his office, I started to think what I should even say. I hadn’t put much thought into that part at all. I just figured I’d walk into his office, his. I offered to oil her up and she lay on her belly while I did her back and legs. After a while we went swimming. The water cooled us off then the sun warmed us. As we were warming up -- and making out a little -,the Couple and the Big Black Guy (BBG) (as I called them in my mind) walked by, saw us and set up about 10 yards away. We returned their greetings and watched them, laying on our bellies. The husband removed his clothes, then his Wife's towel, revealing her lush, nude body. Then he. S.a., &/or likewise within a predominantly black vicinity area neighborhood community, talking about how he himself would beat the living daylights out of me if I myself don't turn off my cellphone, & put it into my pocket, spitting salt, or venom more, much more than a little bit, but then thank God, my Lord, & Savior, the Messiah-Deliverer that he himself didn't, or hadn't acted upon that being of his words with some, or such actions otherwise to compliment that being of a verbal threat to be.