Birth is part of life. As we remember this young lady today, somewhere else in this city a baby is being born. Death is like a new born baby, it happe...s every day.’ I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back Finally it was over. Everyone went outside and I stood there, feeling lost. I saw them putting Jen in a long black hearse. It seemed … fitting. There was a long line of limos, all black. People were starting to filter into the open. What I also quickly learned was how wonderful it was to please and pleasure him. To feel my small, smooth frame against his big, hairy, masculine body was thrilling, but ever since the first time I saw his cock I knew it was much more than just a passing curiousity. So beautiful and manly, his big, hanging, foreskin and vein covered cock drew my eager mouth to it like a magnet. Breathing in his scent, feeling the soft but firm flesh of his shaft on my face. I wanted nothing more than to taste. ”“Yes. I think most of it’s gas. I know she hit one cobber who tried to squeeze a melon.”“Hmmm.”“Why?”“I like her. She knows how to work. Bit on the hefty side, but nice lookin’. Think she’d talk to me?”“Why not? You know she’s bin widdered?”“Yeah. I heard. What’s she, around 30?”“A year or two under.”“I’m 35. Bin workin’ since I wuz 16. Here fer nearly 10 years. Mr. Miller sed if’n I get hitched he’d give me thet li’l house near his’n.”“That would be a good deal.”“Waddyu think Janey’d. I mean, Jesus, this guy is amazingly attractive — clean-shaven Slavic features, black hair trimmed neatly short, icy blue eyes, and brooding, dark brows. Oh, and all of this on a slender, athletic frame dressed in a black suit. The only other bit of color is his cobalt blue shirt. A glint of metal enters my field of vision, and before I can do anything to stop it, the silver handle of an elegant cane presses to my thigh, the metal meeting my bare flesh with a hiss like steam. I buck and cry.