"Bob followed James into the kitchen, where they both removed their shoes and socks. They went outside, feeling the earth beneath their feet and strol...ed down to the end of the garden. It started raining. This was all James had ever imagined. Bob pulled him in and they began to kiss. They fell onto the muddy ground, tearing at each others tops. Eventually they both lay there, naked and soaked through."Keep low," whispered James, as they crawled back to the house. Once back inside, they began to. I couldn’t help but go as Zorro. It was too much fun not to do that. The hat, the cape, the mask, and the whip ... not to mention the sword, it all made sense to me right then. I didn’t know what the others would do, but that was the whole point: anonymity. I showed up at the abandoned mall site and pounced on the first lady that I found inside. She had on a snakeskin outfit, which I found rather intriguing to put it mildly. I was still fascinated with that as she bent over to let me inside her. You mother fucker fuck me fuck me harder yes yes here you go my son my sweet son you are taking care of your mother. I love you my son I am yours and always will remain yours, I give my body as a gift to you from today and I will also marry you. I want you to be the father of your brother my son fuck your lovely hot bitch mom.Fuck fuck fuck oh my god you are great my son call me your slut baby I am your slut your bitch your slave my son.As I jerked of again inside her and she lost herself in. ”“She was very dark, though. Like in her poem, The Mirror, she takes a very dim view of her looks, like she has a bad self-image of something. You don’t feel that way, do you Professor Larson?”“It’s also about getting older.”“She drowns herself, right? The woman?”“I don’t know. Does she?” asked Amanda of the class.“I think it’s metaphorical,” said one of the white students. “Each day she’s looking into the lake, and over time she’s becoming an old woman. Claude’s reading it too literally.”“See,.