Manly. He held her hand as he drove, running his thumb across her knuckles in a gentle caress. She smiled to herself and gave his hand a light squeeze... causing him to flash her a quick smile. ‘Do you like art?’ she inquired. ‘I appreciate it.’ He seemed hesitant in his reply. ‘My job allows me to work with a lot of photographs, so I like to think I’ve developed an eye for it.’ He’s mentioned his work once before, stating he helps with a travel magazine. Since he never let on with any more. ‘Oh I see you won’t be needing any help getting up,’ she giggled. ‘Are all the levers in here this hard?’ I peeked around a corner to see Krista take a firm handful of Rob’s crotch. Her landing patch was clearly visible as she was now spread eagled in the recliner. ‘Ma’am, uh…I’m not sure….’ Rob stammered. ‘Oh enough of the ma’am thing and don’t worry about him…he knows what I’m after.’ Krista said in her sexiest voice. ‘Now come around here and get yourself a close up,’ she told Rob, nearly. “Your hurt,” said Dakota.“It’s nothing hon,” he said. “What about the bus?”“Same problem,” said the bus driver. “When the bus tipped over, I knocked it out when I fell.”Everyone grumbled when yet another car came flying into the scene. It barely missed the crash but didn’t stop. “Asshole!” someone yelled.Everyone was getting soaked. Finally, a few of the men said they would hike up the road to find help. The women and children re-boarded the bus. Dakota sat near the door and shivered. She had. Like your father said about Omar, Osman is also, to us, an important part of our lives, even though we are unable to be together. Still, he shares a bond with us just as Omar."I thought about the next question that had arisen in my mind."Are you going to have any other c***dren by other African men?" Yes," my mother replied, without any pause. "Just not this year."My feelings were a little confused, but one thing that wasn't confusing to me, was the fact that my non-biological father had always.