It may bedownloaded for personal use only and any other use without author'spermission is forbidden unless approved by the author. Comments welcomeat ...[email protected]'s Easter Egg HuntIt was Easter Sunday and Mary Beth was dressed in full little girlsplendor for the day. Her hair had been fashioned into cute shoulderlength sausage curls with her bangs fluffed out just above arched browsand a pink satin bow fastened at the back. Her full skirted dress waswhite satin with an overlay. Michael held the door open for her, and followed her inside, closing it behind her. While she went into the living room, he ducked into the kitchen to get the two cokes. He opened them, and brought one to Carrie in the living room, taking the other for himself. As usual they drank wordlessly, both wrapped up in their own thoughts. When they were finished Michael took the bottles to the kitchen to dispose of them. When he returned Carrie was still sitting in the same place on the couch, her. Then one day my picture-perfect world came crashing down. It all happened during Sophomore year. I was in the middle of a passionate affair with this tall, good-looking black football stud named Travis Coleman. He was something else. Six feet four inches and two hundred and sixty pounds of hard-bodied, chocolate-skinned masculinity. He transferred to Mansfield University from the University of Georgia. He was a southern guy like me. We instantly clicked. Travis was fine, and he was funny and. I said I thought he was a very considerate and sweet lover, and that he did fully satisfy me. Then he continued by saying but then you never moan, scream, or whisper to me. So I figured that you needed to experience someone who could make you do all these things. I thought back on our make out sessions and realized that he was right, I did none of those things. So I told Tim that if this is what he wanted then I would make him happy. He said thank you and kissed me. He called me at noon Friday.