Feinstein made for us and then retired forthe night. There was a nice breeze that flowed through the screens onthe windows with thousands of insects j...st outside this little hacienda.'The next morning we had fresh eggs, a tasty type of beef cooked Jewishstyle, and something we'd never had before, called bagels. Weimmediately loved them and ate two each. We were both dressed in lightrayon frocks due to the heat. I did not feel any resentment from thisfamily of Jews about Samuel's change. In. And don't pick any berries that aren't ripe. We don't want to end up with a belly ache," Cliff instructed."Aye-aye, sir," Monique replied. She went back inside the cabin and looked in the cabinet. She thought that she had seen a wicker basket in it earlier. Sure enough, there it was. She took the basket and went out on the trail, searching for berries.Saturday Afternoon:Cliff walked from the cabin down to the lake, fishing pole in hand. He turned and looked back over his shoulder and watched. His head was shaven, and he had a silver stud in one ear with a gleaming ruby set in it.Grinning, she decided that he was going to be tonight's prey. Opening her mind to his subconscious, she was titillated by his adventurous sexual imagination. He was most deeply aroused by memories of wild times on a trip to Norway, and her body morphed u*********sly to the very image of Nordic perfection.He was standing at the rail overlooking the dance floor, sipping at his drink. She reversed her mild. “Come in, come in,” I stammered. “Welcome.” I was actually shaking as here was my dream younger black guy in front of me. I thought for sure that he would make some excuse and leave — as I am lean and strong but nothing muscular like this and could not hold a candle in looks to this black Adonis. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and.