.. fractured.But had it been a dream? If it was, was this part of it? He felt – confused. He felt frustrated that he could make no sense of things. ...e felt like he was quickly getting out of control.His memories weren’t complete. He remembered seeing Ardt’s deadening eyes, the surprise etched upon his father’s face. He remembered feeling the metal as it was being pulled out of the dead body. He remembered the rage, a towering wrath filling and consuming him. He remembered the hatred – hatred of. We started chatting, when I could not keep my eyes off her crotch. There it was a nice plump camel toe!, She had on a pair of yoga pants that were really tight, I mean skin tight! The vee of her pubic mound, and it was big, was so divided by the slit in the middle, it just captured my eyes. So here I am, eyes glued to the crotch, trying to keep some sort of eye contact, but failing miserable. After about 5 minuets of this embarrassment, we parted. So I did have to watch her walk away, paying. What they didn't realize was that I was semi hard with their gazes upon my dick. Of course, any guy in his right frame of mind would be hard as will. I felt like a slab of meat about to be devoured by a two hungry wolves. They both were looking at me, with unknown intentions, it wasn't lust and it wasn't murder, I couldn't name it. "Hey, do you want to join us for a shower?" Sandy asked. "Yeah, do ya?" Mandy chimed in. It was my ultimate fantasy to shower with them let along watch. Wow. I didn’t even know there were so many Arab Christians in places like Egypt, Syria and Lebanon until recently. I’m moved by the plight of such people. They’re being persecuted for their beliefs. I wear the rosary the old lady gave me for good luck. Wouldn’t feel right to throw it away or not wear it because it obviously meant a lot to her. Starting to mean a lot to me too. As I make my way home, a well-dressed young white lady walks toward me. She’s going to work or school or something and.