"Piss off!" she said and stood up."Is it true what they are saying, Mr. Ransome?" she asked in a voice that boomed across the restaurant, "Is it?" Wha... are they saying, Bridget?" he replied calmly, knowing what was coming."That you are really an Arab pretending to be white?"Silence fell across the whole restaurant as all the other diners waited for his response."I have never made any secret of the fact that my mother was English and my father was Kobekistani," he said."Well we don't want any. Joe was already standing there.“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Joe asked in a fatherly way. Joe had already seen the burning wreck of the truck; there was no way anyone in that truck could be saved at this point.“You don’t even know...” Bob muttered.“Oh, but I do know, Bob,” Joe said, “I’ve been through this before. Many times. If you keep on with the railroad, this will not be the last time. It’s part of the job, man. And it sucks. It sucks horribly. You were there, and you saw him, and there was. Because he'd never fuck me again. Because we're friends.I tried to think of something to say that would turn him on instead of turning him away. I looked down at the mound in his pants, obvious even in the gloomy half light of the doorway, and decided to take a chance.I crossed my arms over my bare chest and let my jeans slide further down my thighs. "Twenty minutes ago someone fucked a load into me. You can add another one, or you can go home."Aaron stood for a moment and considered that, both. "My mom knows thatshe cannot compete with you."Beth pondered what she had just heard. She began to feel a strongconnection with Laura. She believed that she could be trusted. Bethdecided to go with her intuition, and asked Laura, "can I sharesomething with you, something I have shared with no one, and can I trustyou?" Yes, on both accounts!" replied Laura with excitement.-----"Oh my God I can't believe it. That is wonderful and incredible. Justpromise me I can be present when you tell my.