"Well, wise words outta be repeated when needed. Should they not?" He returned with a smile. A moment of simple silence stalled our conversation. The ...nly thing we heard was our footsteps, the occasional crunching of glass under our feet, crickets, and an owl or two. "I know that's not what you wanted to really wanted to talk about, so spill it." I said, breaking the silence between us. He stopped in his tracks and faced me. The expression his face held felt odd from what I'm used to seeing. No matter how well I was getting along with a welcomingwoman, once the thought of introducing her to my closet took hold Iwould find some meagre excuse to break it off before it could becomesomething real and long-lasting. My closet meant being alone.Bonnie giggled, gave Paul a kiss that seemed to last longer than thatone old Meatloaf song, before pulling away. He stopped her, whisperingsomething in her ear. She shook her head and smiled. I guess our briefspat was behind us and forgiven or. So, he agreed we could hit the pools. He picked up a set of togs for him from a Replicator located near the pools, and we ordered some big beach towels. I found a spot to claim as ours, and he went to get changed. I had stripped down to the bikini I wore and had leant back to enjoy the rays when a shadow crossed me. I squinted up to see a very hunky guy with longish blonde hair squat down beside me. I then recognised Brandon Gillard’s face.“Hi, remember me? I was wondering if you had a date for. The manager staff sensing my foul mood had me taken upstairs by one of the college bell boys. He was a young but athletic black male. He was very tall and with a nice built muscular frame. As we exited the elevator I got behind him. I watched him from behind admiring the way he swayed his round ass cheeks…My mood began to improve: I went from being tired and worn out to being horny. I had never been with a black man so young like that one… May be it was time to have a new experience…My loving.