"Counselor," she said and gave a curt nod."Counselor," I repeated and gave a nod of my own."Dude, who was that?" Jake asked. He watched as Sandra walk...d into the courtroom. I had to admit her ass looked good in the skirt she had worn."Opposing counsel," I said. "Don't get too friendly. The next time you see her she might be trying to send you to jail," I warned."Fuck that," Jake laughed. "It might be worth it. I wonder who the lucky fuck is who gets to tap that fine piece of..." Watch it," I. "You can't be happy or sad, or any of that..."Silence for a few moments."I'm awake," he said. "I'm just waiting for the shower to be..."Just then, the bathroom door opened and Andrea came walking out, her short blonde hair dripping with water, steam following her in a cloud.She looked at him for a moment, then smiled."Arguing with Tina again?" She asked. It always made her laugh.He said nothing."Yes," the mechanical voice replied, sounding irritated itself, though it wasn't capable of becoming. "If that is so..." He breaks off the thought, too terrible to even contemplate.No one else the room seems to be able to speak the words, so I do it for them."It means that a very well organized group or persons has been slowly chipping away at you for more than half a century, with what I would call biological warfare."Nimrod sucks in his breath. His gentle touch, gone, as he takes his hands back to his lap."Why?" He asks."I could not tell you." I shake my head."Your original thought," Melville. Thanks to Yahoo messenger I had hooked-up with a BBC that would also end up being in a future gang bang down there. In a way this week was try-outs for that.This guy lived just outside of Morgantown – eleven inches of thick black meat. I didn’t have to worry about hanging out at the book store [but I did on a few evenings anyway] to pick a few guys up. The first night there I spent a few hours under him, yelling my head off, while he demonstrated the superiority of the black race. I could.