"Is there a problem up there?" Sophia's mother called."Yeah, actually, there is, Mrs. K. Can you come up to the bathroom for a minute, please? I need ... hand."She appeared at the bathroom door. "Oh, Yuck! Sophia!" Sophia looked up, pitifully. Warren had her PJs off by now."Uh, could you take care of these messy things, please, Mrs. K?" Oh, great, Warren, I'm watching you strip my daughter naked and you want me to wash the clothes for you?" Warren cracked up-even Sophia grinned and said, "Not. As she sits at kitchen table, I make her coffee. there we were. She finally took coat off. There she was sitting down tight black pants. Red top/low cut slightly exposing her small/cuddly/curvy breasts. just enough to see crack of tits. she is 22 5’2 110lbs B cup…….I didn’t think of much. But I finally asked what brings you by. She said was near by, lives down street 7 minute walk or less. She said well time we chatted not in rush. We alwas again hi/bye see ya 1-2 jokes that’s it……..So I just. “You bet, looking forward to it,” I replied.“Good, but its fifteen now, still ok?”“I told you last night, I can handle twenty,” I said, wondering if I really could handle even ten. It was a fantasy. A fantasy I was anxious to experience.I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had watched me being fucked, spit roasted. “Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked.“Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I. At any rate, Malok and some others do not think so." And you," I gulped."I generally do not believe so, but I must admit to being on the fence about your race." Then you must see us as microbes," I said, expecting hopefully a haughty laugh or at worst a nasty rebuke. Instead, I received a moment of silence followed by a thoughtful and quiet reply."Malok seems to have told you that many see your race as completely insignificant. While I'm not your race's biggest fan, I have respect for all life..