My name is Dwight Hollister. I’m a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I’m originally from the City of Boston, Mass...chusetts, but got sent here by my parents for school because I was having too much fun at Emerson College down in the Bean. Ever since I came to Canada’s Capital region, I’ve been obsessed with Somali women. They’re obscenely hot but like to hide it because of the whole Islamic modesty thing. What’s a brother to do? Especially since I get a raging. I thought about change, and commitment, and love.Carpe diem…As we snuggled down, I once more took Gina into my arms. Conscious of the people around us, I kissed her softly on the lips. The last few days had been a whirlwind, but I knew what I wanted now—old-fashioned though it seemed.I gazed into Gina’s hypnotic eyes. My throat was hoarse; I could feel myself choking up. I swallowed, suddenly nervous.“Harriet Georgina Wells, will you marry me?”She gazed back at me wondrously. I watched her eyes. He lets out a long moan as I increase the suction and rhythm of my mouth. I can tell that he is about to cum but as much as I want to drink from him I want his first time to fill me. I stand up and kiss him deeply our tongues playing together. I can tell that he wants to cum but he understands my request. He lays me back on the bed and starts again to kiss my chest. His mouth moves lower over my stomach and his tongue plays with my navel. He runs his hands down my legs and back up my inner. The synthesized recording built to a crescendo, held, and then cut-off. The moment it did, Matt hit an open low E and A string. The sound crunched out over the warehouse, blasting from the amplifiers and slowly fading away. Just as it was about to fade to nothing, Matt did a fast, finger-tapping solo, ending with a repetitive hammering of the whammy bar on the high-E string.This was the cue for Dave, the maniacal pyrotechnician, to fire off the first of his explosives. He did it exactly and.