Make way for the new breed, and yours truly is a proud member of that category. I walk through my university campus, a six-foot-two, dark-skinned and...burly young Black man. The campus is quite diverse, you see lots of Chinese, Indians and Arabs walking around. You see girls in hijabs and girls in miniskirts. You even see short-haired, buff chicks in guy clothes. You see all kinds of guys too. Nerdy Asian guys, alert, suspicious white guys and cool, laid-back Arab guys. You spot the studious. She was crying, saying something about the car not working. He said “You wait here I’ll take a look.” When he came back in he whispered to Jack “She just had it stuck in neutral, no problem. Let’s see if we can get play with Cat-Woman’s pussy after all.”“How’re we gonna do that? Besides she’s old and Chinese.” Jack replied.“Neither of us ever got a pussy before. A pussy is a pussy. I just have to get fucked. I’ll think of something.”“OK, you’re on.” “I’m sorry” Peter told Wu Mei, “I checked. It came and we stepped on to it. The doors closed."Where are we going?" I asked with curiosity. "Aren't you going to press the buttons?" How long have you been working for me now?" she asked, beginning to circle around me making me feel even more nervous. My eyes kept on glancing at her chest that looked so lucious to touch, to grab, to suck, to feel. "Hello, Jess, are you there?" Yes. Erm.. about five months," I replied."And that's how long you've fancied me for, right?" she asked.I pretended. In the Chicago suburbs, just north of the Botanical Gardens, previous site of an extraction, was a music venue formally known as the Ravinia Festival(r), occupying thirty six acres of parkland and lawn. It was the summer home of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and also the location for a wide variety of summer concerts held in the three thousand, four-hundred seat pavilion. The music could be piped through high-quality speakers to the lawn, where an additional audience of upwards of twelve.