She told me to keep my head above the water level and sit there for another half hour. When she came back she told me to get out of the water and when...I did I noticed that all my hair stayed in the water. It had all just fallen out. She saw my look of fright and "comforted" me with the fact that it wouldn't begin to grow back for a few years. The she took me over to the sink and began the process of dying my hair, "Blondes have more fun," she giggled. When we finished that she sat me down and. My house is a weathered sprawling mix of a house. Part Colonial, part Cape Cod, part Ranch. I have no idea how to describe it other than, "Unique!" The best feature of my house is the surrounding wide porch, about one third is screened for the summer and has a spacious heated atrium for the cooler months.Now that atrium was well thought out. The house is more or less nearly a square and the southern corner points due south. Hence, in the winter, I can sit in the atrium, warm as toast and enjoy. True magic, semi-powerful magic toprecisely teleport something so delicate into his hand."Fucking Zorro," Ash said, venom in his voice.As perfect a costume for a villain on Halloween Eve as for a wealthySpaniard hiding his identity from corrupt officials in colonialCalifornia. The mask worked surprisingly well to hide his face and thegloves ensured no finger prints.Turning from the camera he placed the rose and its note upon the tableand, with the same saunter, he moved out of the camera's. But then she could sense my sincerity, and she told me a little bit about them. The underlying link, for her, was the size of their cocks; which were of considerably bigger size than mine would ever, ever hope to match."Do black guys fuck better than white guys?" I finally asked her."In MY experience---yes. Definitely. Maybe it's their size, but black guys (as I said, in my personal experience), do fuck a lot better than white guys; and, it that hurts your feelings, I'm sorry...but, you did.