Bern came over and I introduced the two. Bern shook Karen’s white hands. I think just the length of Bern’s middle finger was longer than Karen’s...whole hand. I had visions of his long black finger fucking my wife’s white pussy. I look over at Mitch and he was also staring at the two’s hand shake. Dam our brain waves must be connected..“Honey you remember Mitch don’t you” I saidWhy yes I do. It is a pleasure to see you again Mr. Mitch. Karen said.“Just call me Mitch “ Mitch said shaking Karen’s. “I was day dreamin’; it was just a lark. Cal’s not my type,” she sighed. “We’d never get along. I’d take Junior over Cal any day.”“You see?” Millie sang out in triumph. “It’s all for the better. Everyone’s got to find their own type. It always works out better that way. Now, take Bonnie; she’s Cal’s type.”Bonnie was the third waitress who worked at the Bluebird, eight years younger than Roxie. She’d worked the morning shift with Millie.“So you’ve said many times,” Roxie snapped. “Don’t be so. She did have women's equipment though, and she must have had a bath this morning. Getting beyond the horse smell that was there from riding in, I could smell lavender flowers.I knew how awkward it would be to walk with your hands behind you over the rough going, so she got hers tied in front. The old man got his'n tied behind. We had about two hundred yards to camp and I hurried them right along. Jimbo and Ronnie had the critter skinned and quartered and tied on my plug when I returned. They. I mean, that's what friends do, right? Help each other."Robbie stopped, so I stopped too. We happened to be right in front of our lockers. "Tony, we need to get you a big white horse, cause you're always riding to someone's rescue." I..." What the hell do you say to something like that?"I was annoyed. Hell, I was mad that you thought I needed rescuing." Oh!" It was that kind of day. First Leslie's lame play beats us out. Then Kate decides to jump me, probably because I was talking to all the.