They’re incapable of creativity because they’re programmed for destruction. Now at last Mother Nature seems to be pulling the plug on them. More p...wer to Mother Nature. I’m having a blast these days. I continue to write books and stories to uplift the African-American reader. Hey, someone’s got to do it. My heart is filled with joy even as White policemen and White policewomen give me dirty looks as they see me, a big and tall Black man, walking down the street. I know that time is running out. He didn't know if it was true ornot, but it was a good story. He looked at his watch again and wondered what was going on. The officewas now empty, and even Mr. Walken's secretary was gone. He debated howmuch longer he should stay. Chapter 2"Are you sure about this one?" asked Mark Walken from behind his desk ashe paged through Ed's personnel file. "Yes, sir," replied the man. "I ran all the tests on him, and he passedwith flying colors." Mark Walken was a. He paid me $400 (cash) fortwo hours work, and said I'd get $100 more when he sold the photos to anadult website.I agreed to return the next evening for another photo-shoot, then Ihurried home.When I reached home, I got out the vibrator and ran it over my clit.Immediately I exploded in orgasm. My back arched and I gasped. Therelease of all that pent-up sexual tension was a huge relief.A wry smile crossed my face as I accepted that I was an exhibitionist. Igot off on exposing my new body to. I could see through it. Again, I wasn't frightened though, as it began to stroke my dick. Then I felt a body pressed against my back. It was shorter than me, but definitely male. The hand stroked my dick, and another came around my left side, and moved up and down my chest and stomach.I gave in to it, tilting my head up, enjoying the sensation. The left hand abandoned my chest, then I felt it putting pressure on my back, wanting me to bend over. I did, expecting fingers in my ass. What I got.