"Dude, like let's get thisroad on the show.. huh huh". "Bro, you are such a surfer dude mixedwith beavis and butthead" said Mandy. "Uh huh huh, oh yea...!? Like, youwill be too soon" said Ethan "Yeah right" quipped Mandy."And quit staring at my boobs. You are always staring at them." Mandycontinued. Though she was complaining, she liked the attention. Whatwoman wouldn't? Ethan then swung around and looked down her back. "uh,like, then can I look at your butt instead? huh huh huh! I said butt.huh. S. Marine Corps. He was also black, very black.Marcus tipped his chauffer's hat to Miriam and then held the rear passenger door open to her. He watched intently as the hem of her slinky black dress slid up her firm thigh. Miriam tried in vain to pull the hem down to no avail. She ended up looking up at her muscled Negro admirer and weakly smiled at him. Her husband got into the other side of the limo.The black chauffer slid into the driver's seat and adjusted the rearview mirror so he could. . and... She couldn't think. Everything was so complicated for her that she couldn't organize her thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at him to... to... She wanted him to move away from her. Her mind was a seething conflicting mass of ideas and concepts... thoughts that would not gell. Even as she looked into his eyes, his light brown eyes, she could feel herself weakening, falling under the demands her body had been making all her life... demands that were not being met by her husband.. After we verified the score sheets and recorded the results, I went to get a Coke and some cookies. Becky walked over to me.“Are you OK with talking with me?” she asked. “I’ll leave you alone if you aren’t.”“Yes,” I said. “It’s OK to talk.”“Do you mind taking a walk so we can have some privacy?”“No, I don’t mind.”We walked out into the hall and then out the door of the school and walked towards the Junior High.“How are you doing? You look good,” Becky said, flashing me a big smile.“I’m fine..