Her body is attractive; however, her lovely face sparks my attention. Her hair is not true blond but not dark enough to call brown. Beth's eyes are a ...himmering blue-green, her mouth fixed in a smile that brightens the day and illuminates the night. She has never married and is recovering from a bad relationship in which her ex mentally abused her. We are both in recovery mode and not ready to go further, or so I thought.One Friday evening in early September, Beth suggested we have dinner at. She picked up our leftovers every day and dropped us off a bowl of sauerkraut. She kept two large crocks of kraut festering in the basement, under a board with a brick on it. It was wonderful. I believe it had juniper berries in it. I was the last person standing in the Rod and Gun club. I said my good nights and went out to drive away on the snowy roads in my trusty 1600 volkswagon. It was gone. I had forgotten that my young bride had secured the car after telling me I was a drunken slob. I. "We will see you before long," She told us. "We intend to arrive a few days before term starts so that we get our stuff all sorted out before classes start." Then on the day you arrive come to us for dinner. You won't feel like cooking or getting dressed to go out and eat after your journey and getting settled in. Just give us a phone when you get there and we will prepare a meal" Rebecca told them.They agreed that they would do that and suggested that since we probably had the lie of the land. But just as soon as the ripples came... they were gone. The air dieddown, the room was calm again."Welcome to the Family my Brother Warriors." Mubuto's voice was warm andcharming again.I opened my eyes just in time to see Tyrone's now massive bulky blackfigure shivering and covered in gleaming wet. He'd put on at least 50lbsof pure muscle in a matter of moments. He was ripple in muscle and bigblack beautiful Adonis. Gorgeous. I found myself unable of taking my eyesoff his massive black physique.