There wasn't a traceof racism in Jake's mind when he thought of them all as animals-he knew ithad nothing to do with their being black or Hispanic or ...sian or white. Hell,the white guys were the worst. It had something to do with their pasts, theirupbringing... the horrible state of the world. Something had turned these meninto ferocious, completely amoral creatures driven by nothing by cruelty andviolence, and to Jake, race hardly seemed like a powerful enough factor.Something mysterious was. I went to go home to shower and I found that I had locked myself out. I checked all the doors and windows, they were all locked tight. Sighing, I grabbed a change of clothes from the washing line and made my way back over to Mr Lewis's place. Mr Lewis was very understanding of my situation and even offered to call the locksmith while I showered. He got me a fresh towel and a fresh bar of soap and everything. After I'd showered, I walked out bare-foot into Mr Lewis's living room, still troweling. He stood up and got out of bed and she was afraid he was going to comfort her, but mercifully he didn’t. He would leave her free to feel what she needed to feel as he’d always done, whether due to his understanding or to his indifference she could never decide, but she was grateful that he never interfered. He would wait till she was ready. He went naked to the dresser and poured them both some scotch in the plastic hotel cups, handed her a drink and then picked up his jacket and rummaged. He worked his way down and over toeach nipples, but for but brief second, until he quickly moved down myabs.and my treasure trail. That's when he found my hard cock sticking outof the top of my jeans, and he took my throbbing pink head and placed itgently in his mouth. He looked up at me, with questioning eyes. "No" I said, as I stood up and took him by the hand and lead himupstairs to my bedroom. Our lips were lock as we pushed the door open tomy room. My hand was in Sean's jeans working.