One thing weve got to promise is that what we say . . . is only for our ears OK? The others nodded their heads and eagerly waited his answer. Well las... year I got a little carried away with a girl I met on vacation and we sorta let each other touch the other person all over their body. Weve got to know exactly where Ben, whispered Carly. He looked at her rather helpless. Alright, I touched her tits under her bra and I also touched her between the legs under her panties . . . is that enough? . I stand six foot one inch tall. I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. My skin is dark brown. I keep my face clean-shaven and I dress neatly. It doesn’t matter if I’m going to school, work or church, I dress in casual business attire. As a Haitian-American living in Canada, I’ve got an image to maintain. Or so I tell myself. I work hard. I stay out of trouble. I have a good-paying job. I attend church regularly. And I am a student at the University. I have a deep, abiding love for Black women.. All that was logical, but utterly extraordinary. And who were the Talunga? ‘You mentioned the Talunga. Who are these?’ The Negro’s expression changed into a grimace of fear. ‘Talunga very tall women, color of Kango. Talunga soldiers for Fighting Ladies. Long time ago, Talunga eat people, but the when Ladies come, they stop that.’ He shook his head in horror. ‘Before Ladies forbid that, Talunga come at night, fetch man, woman, child, sheep, anything, run with them, eat them. Kimbundo, Shanti,. It was a good place to start. I knew I needed to reach out further in search of TV voices. My morning and early afternoon disappeared without much success, and I headed for the stadium in time for batting practice, though I wasn't shagging balls today. Wayne saw me and about killed me, giving me a hug for last night's performance.In fact, everyone seemed much happier when they saw me, than before last night's game. Winning in the post season must make you better looking...My morning was far.