“I’ve set out some clothes for you to wear when you’re done. Come back down once you’re finished.”Kara stood rigid for a moment before noddi...g once more - turning around and walking unsteadily towards the stairs leading up to the bathroom. Linda watched her go until she was out of sight, then turned to me abruptly. The composure she had held while interacting with Kara splintered and she stared at me almost panting - pressing her thighs together tightly and squeezing her right breast tightly. ”“You could drop me at Lily’s. She lives about a mile from me.”“Sure.”She ran out to the car, spoke to Lily, then came back inside. My mom had made hot chocolate, so we got mugs and went to the basement.“How are you?” I asked.“Not happy. My dad is a real dick. And my mom won’t do anything about it.”“So you can’t have a friend who has black friends?”“Apparently not,” she sighed. “Dad was ranting about how ‘good white folks’ can’t live the way they want and do what they want because of uppity,. He would tickle and she would slap. Finally after one of his proddings, Amber reached back and unknowingly grabbed a hand full of Randall's cock. They were both shocked, but she did not release him right away. She squeezed him, but not hard enough to cause him any pain. Actually, it felt rather pleasant. Amber looked over shoulder at him. Neither of them acknowledged what had happened at first, but eventually she smiled coyly as if to say “There. What are you going to do now?” Neither of them. If you like, I'll set it up for you outside, here."Bridgett agreed that Ingmar's stove would work better, and more quietly, than our generator-run electric model. I wondered why I hadn't had the presence of mind, much earlier, to secure a gas-operated stove.Well. On my next shopping excursion.We found a Starbucks across the street from the stadium, with outdoor tables and chairs already in place and not looking too much the worse for having been left outdoors for two weeks. It was no great.