We don't mind being here for two days or participating in the public and tribal ceremonies. I'm just trying to understand. Why couldn't the ceremonies...be combined?"Victor looked at Sean thoughtfully before glancing at Megan and then his son.John simply nodded and smiled. He had been dealing with Sean's and Megan's questions for a couple of years now. The constant stream of questions were a test of his patience at times. It was fun to watch his dad deal with them for a change."Um," Victor. I smiled sheepishly as he retrieved my suitcase from his front porch, then closed the door behind him. He seemed to be searching for something to say. ‘I wanted to call you back,’ I answered his unasked question apologetically. ‘But I couldn’t. Not until I had straightened a few things out.’ Kevin smiled weakly. ‘It’s okay.’ ‘No, it’s not,’ I replied firmly. I had to say this, if only for myself. ‘For the last six weeks, I’ve treated you like shit and you don’t deserve that. But, Kevin, you. But as good as they are in the flesh it is the first sight of them that intrigues me the most. Nothing gets my juices flowing more than the sight of two big mammaries jutting out proudly from a woman's chest, showcased to their fullest potential and brazenly displayed in all their glory for all to see especially when highlighted by a tight fitting top with a lacy bra sometimes clearly visible through the fabric. I love to see those large mounds jiggle up and down when she walks and if there is. Hope my explanation was sufficient. The more I learned about the Islamic faith, the more fascinated I became. You see, in the Haitian church where I was raised, I always found it odd that God was considered an old white man in the sky while the Devil was a black guy with horns, a furry body and cloven hooves. What the hell? Good is considered white and black is considered evil. As a black man, that stung me to the depths of my soul. Christianity wasn’t for me. My fellow Haitians, sons and.