She shrugged and said sure, and I went to the garage to fetch my step ladder. I told her that I'd hold the ladder for her like I usually did for her a...nt, but she told me she'd be fine, and didn't want to trouble me! I responded by telling her it was no problem, and that if she fell, technically it was my responsablilty, and she could then sue me! She chuckled and said she'd never do that, but if it made me feel better, I could hold the ladder. She climbed up a few rungs and I stood behind her. Muhhamad had been skeptical when Jamal had first told him that he'd come into contact with a young, white married couple from a certain European country, who were seeking a sexual encounter with a small group of African men for the purpose of getting the wife pregnant. You had to admit that it sounded rather far-fetched, but Jamal had been insistent that he was not making this up, and that the couple in question had already had an African male impegnate her the year before, in Kenya. He ever. I wish I knew that goddess-writer about anal play, Tristan Taormino.”I laughed. “I met her once at the Black Rose, and talked to her a bit. She’s charming, and also considerably hotter-looking in person than in her pictures. If any of you ladies ever have a chance to play with her -- I think she does groups -- do it, at least for me.”Germaine looked at me strangely. “If I ever make it with her, I promise I’ll do my best to get her to play with you. From what I’ve read, she doesn’t exclude. What I have to say is important. Now, sit down and answer my question." I said, forcefully."What's the matter, Hank? You seem upset?" She said sitting on the edge of the couch."Where were you today at lunch? Did you notice the yellow rose laying over there on the table? And why didn't you answer your cell phone?" I had a few errands to run. I guess I forgot to take my phone with me. What's the big deal? Yes, I saw the rose, I just haven't had the chance to put in water yet. I'm sorry I missed.