“It’s hard to explain Garven,” she said, taking responsibility for her strange actions, “These feelings have been bubbling for a long time. I�...�m taking you home with me so that we can sort them out, ok?” His answer was a compliant murmur.Wasting no time, she sat back in her seat: fastened her seatbelt, turned the key in the ignition, and started the short trek. As she drove with no conversation, silence hardened both of their intents, not to mention Garven’s penis—the car and garage were sexual. Wait, I have to work, damn it.’ She reaches down and grabs my cock, gives it a quick squeeze, and heads downstairs. Alice and I make ourselves presentable, throw on some robes, and walk downstairs. Roger has eggs going in a large skillet. Bacon smell comes from the microwave. Betty is setting the table and working the toaster. ‘Come here one of you. Work the toaster. Here’s the butter.’ I take over toaster duty. Alice is directed to fill glasses with milk and orange juice. Coffee is already. ”We all chuckled a bit.I looked at Jam. “Let’s go out to the garden and pray. I have the sheet of paper in my pocket.” He nodded. We stood holding hands.Angela asked, “Where are the two of you going?”“Ange, we’re going out to the garden to pray. I have the list of those killed in my pocket.”She nodded and stood. That didn’t surprise me. I knew my friend had a strong, praying faith. Roger didn’t release her hand so came with us. We went out to a shaded area with two love seats. We sat down after. On certain days he can use the internet and get his stuff done at home. Brad got dressed and on his way out, he said that he would be back. He had business to attend to.’ ‘I got home from school earlier than usual. I actually went looking for my new favorite artist, Diz. I wanted him to paint my face, but I couldn’t find him. Dad was working on the computer and I heard a car enter the driveway and doors slam. It was Brad and he had an associate with him. He introduced the man, another black.