I remember helping a white male who came to me because his psychotic girlfriend falsely accused him of something. I sheltered him. I protected him. I ...efended him. Why? Simply because I believed in the brotherhood of men. Still, since he’s genetically related to the racist pricks who harass me and all others like me, I now wish I hadn’t helped him. Since white men were so determined to be racist pricks, hunting innocent black men like animals, I stopped helping them. Let the feminists and the. Still at the office. Everyone's gone. Me: 1 hour then home. BEHAVELinda: You really want me to? Me: Maybe....Linda: Love you - bye!I stared at the phone in disbelief. Was it one of her games? Or had I said just enough before she left to make her believe I'd be okay with it? "Maybe"? Why the fuck had I said, "Maybe"?She was home by 12:30, looking just as delicious as when she left. She was carrying the red shoes, now barefoot in the red dress, her hair a tangle of wild curls.. ”“Fuck you, Jake,” Allison said, grabbing a nearby coaster and throwing it at his head. He ducked just in time. “Can we just play already?”As soon as we started to play, we realized that we had never been able to come up with very many good ideas. But the game was fun, and we where all quickly in a very silly mood, asking about our fist kisses and first crushes. Our pretense at being “mature” quickly dissolved as we quickly got into the Jr. High spirit.About 3 rounds into the game, my friend. The Air conditioner was switched on and we put everything on the study table.Wine glasses, Rum bottle! We started to drink and smoke. While we were getting drunk the topic was somehow changed to sex. He said that he’d fuck his wife mercilessly and asked me whether i preferred hardcore to soft-core. I made a depressing face and said I reckon i have a wife. He was shocked and asked me why? “My small penis will not satisfy my wife”, said I He felt sad for me and i was able to note that. Time to.