I had been starved for smiles from the opposite sex since... since before my problems began."The Baroque era does have a certain charm," she was sayin....I perked up. "You are addressing me, madam?" My good man, were I not speaking to you, I would not have spoken to you."(Well, 'scuse the hell out of me!)"Apologies, milady. Indeed, Baroque music touches me deeply, and Bach most of all. Certain of his pieces have that dark, smoky quality that soothes melancholia and eases the soul." No need to. Too many problems with what the words in the full title meant. Political football and all that. But no sense in arguing with somebody who wants to help me.“ACT, too?” I asked.“We can do that. I’ll get the schedules and the forms. Let’s get you some scores, look at them, and then see what our next step will be.”“Sounds good,” I said.She looked at me, said softly, “You’re correct, Haley. You can be much further along. I actually think you ARE much further along.”“I don’t want to be strange,” I. ”Sam suddenly noticed she was still holding Carly's hand, and the young girl seemed in no hurry to break the contact.“I... I... better get on,” Carly's voice was quiet and with a trace of nervousness in it.“It's hot out here, why don't you come and sit in the shade. I'll get you a cold drink. Would orange be okay?” Sam said, knowing inwardly she wanted to get closer to the teenager. Kate and she had often fantasized over this idea of sharing young flesh, and now Sam had a feeling it was a real. Now, her Daddy would just keel over and die if he knew what she was about to do with this 'worthless, good-for-nothing nigger.'Her white boyfriend, Mike, had never kissed her like this before. The eager, young black buck had his strong muscular arm around her bare shoulder as his other hand found her firm breasts. Marilyn was wearing a strapless white dress so it was easy for Reggie's searching black hand to slip underneath the top of her dress. Of course she wasn't wearing a bra like a good,.