(NB: While FM author Aladdin has also been postingstories featuring Mantra and her cast here, ourstories are not related to each other and do not occu...in the same continuity. We've both taking the comicsstories as our original inspiration then gone off indifferent directions. Things that have happened to theMantra in his tales cannot be assumed to have happenedto the Mantra in mine, and vice versa.)MANTRA: BLACK SEPTEMBERBy BobH(c) 2005 Part 1.He was tall, easily seven feet, rippling. I squatted down and waited for them to say their good-byes. Squatting there I felt like I really had to pee. I knew I couldn’t hold it for long. Heck I was naked and hidden, I might as well just let loose. I relaxed and my flow started, a strong steady stream. I was causing a little puddle in the dirt and then I heard someone say. “Do you hear something?” That was my neighbors wife. “Yes I think I do.” said her lover. Damn it, were they going to check it out? I moved away from where I was. Thanks to all of you, the fans of baseball, cause without you guys, we would not be here. Thanks to the school district, and the athletic association. I want to thank my mom, who has worked 12 hour shifts for the last four years, and has never seen me play. I want to thank God for the wonderful life, health, talent, and opportunity that he has given me. But most of all—my big bro Matthew, the original Diamond Dawg Dillion, who supported me, pushed me, and wouldn't allow me to settle for second. Very glad Mike walked through the kitchen to the small sitting area to find Alina on the sofa, watching TV, as he approached behind her and leaned to kiss her forehead.“How was your day, my love”? He asked her happily. She chirped that it was good and she missed him. Mike told her that he ate already and walked to the kitchen fridge to take out couple of beers. Returning back he almost dropped the beer bottles as he quickly uttered that he missed her too and saw her wearing nothing but a very.