As far as anyone knows you have no idea who they are, alright? But if anyone bothers you, they'll be there in a heartbeat. I trust them completely." T...ank you, Daddy."Charlotte was crying. I don't think she heard a word he said. I got most of it though."Take care of yourself, Anthony," my mom said. "Phone me all the time, okay?" I will mom. I love you." I love you too." You two take care of each other, every single day, no matter what." I'll keep him in line, Mrs. Mitchell," Charlotte said.. It was flattery, I'm sure, and yet I meant it too. But her answer was so strangely beautiful that it destroyed everything I could have intended in flattery and denied my intention of sincerity as well with a beautiful truth.And all she said, simply was, "A girl of eleven can have a son." How old are you?" I asked quickly, knowing her infinite wisdom in such a small remark. And I pressed the question also to cover the strangest feeling I ever had known; a feeling of insecurity, I'm sure; a. They look at me and laugh. They tell me that I don't look like the type to do x. I say how not only am I the type but I wanna dance with them both. They agree, we each take a shot of tequila and hit the dance floor. I ask them their names, the black girl says Alexis, and the latina says Sandra. As we're dancing I'm squeezing these two phat round asses bouncin back and forth up against my dick, which gets me allmi hard. They both feel it and the black one reaches around and grabs my dick . She. If recognition of an object was to be equated with naming it and –Fucking philosophers. I wish they’d written more about useful things – like how magic worked – compared to the thousands of words I’d found on the nature of beauty in the natural world. For shame, none them had ever mentioned the beauty of having a redheaded woman in a blood-red dress pressing against you as chilling winds flayed your flesh from your bones. How could they claim to know beauty if they’d never considered how.