Fortunately, the cart was also a very effective boat and we were able to cross the rivers without undue difficulty. It was getting late in the traveli...g season, and I was in a hurry to reach my old village, so, when we reached the edge of the forest, I steered us along parallel to it to make the traveling easier. The cart was too big to try moving through the woods anywhere except on a cleared road, so I was looking for the one that led to my village.We had stopped for the night and made camp.. . andbrawny masculine strength.She closed her eyes and shook her head.Was she really so rash and foolish as the original Ann that she wouldconsider such a thing purely for the masochistic excitement?She looked at Richard's stern brow and concentrated gaze on his newspaper.No. She wasn't a foolish woman. She was strong and proud and refined; butshe had her doubts. She had been desperate to be a man again - to havethat strength, anonymity and sexual promiscuity.She sighed and covered it up to. Cotton candy looks all solid and pretty but as soon as you actually try to eat it, it dissolves away into nothing. All you get left with is a sweet taste in your mouth and a kind of sticky sensation. So you take another bite and the same thing happens. You keep going like that until you have nothing left but the little cardboard stick. Now the stick is hard and solid and not nearly so pretty but at least it doesn’t melt away into nothing. On the other hand, you can’t really eat the stick so, on. “Sup,” inquired the slim, brown-skinned dude.“Hey,” grinned Bon-bon.“What’s yo’ name? I been seein’ you around.”“I’m Bon-bon. And you?”“Dey call me Chug,” beamed the sexy thug.“Nice to meet you.”“Yeah! You too! What you bout to do?”“After I pay for this, I’m going back home.”“You smoke?”“Yeah!”“I got some loud. Can we go to yo’ place and roll up.”“That’ll work!”Heading back to Bon-bon’s place, Chug was a couple of steps behind watching that big ass shaking in the tiny shorts. When they walked.