Mark was clad only in a pair of gym shorts but the real shock was Mark was black. He had to be 6'3 as he filled the hall door. "I take it you're Larry..." Mark said as he extended his hand to me. I found it hard to talk as I finally managed to meekly reply, "Yes...and you're Mark?" From your expression I suppose Dave didn't tell you I'm black," Mark said as he walked over to the couch and sat down. "Is that a problem for you?" "No," I replied, "I guess I just wasn't thinking..." Mark cut off my. There were lights in several of the upstairs rooms, but only one downstairs. He was about to leave when he saw the silhouette of someone in the room: and there was no mistaking the fact that it was female!Like most adolescent boys, his hormones ruled his head. Maybe she was undressing; or even naked, he thought; so he had crept closer to see what he could see! The garden was shielded from the road by the hedge, and the room wasn't overlooked, so she obviously felt comfortable leaving the blinds. ” Meredith and Anne both had on rain jackets and tights. Lizzie only had on an outer jersey with her tights, which was already getting pretty wet, so I gave her my rain jacket and got my lighter wind jacket out of the Jeep.“Thanks, Nate,” Lizzie said as I put the jacket on her, and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek for my gallantry.“Yeah, thanks Nate,” said Anne and Meredith as they too gave me quick kisses. By this point, I was blushing furiously and really didn’t need to get any. That means he gets to stay home and do God knows what, while I go to work every day to earn the paycheck that pays the bills. Perhaps I overstate it. He does make money writing, sometimes pretty good money. But it's not consistent, and without my paycheck, our house would belong to the bank.He's actually a pretty good writer. I won't deny that. I'll even concede that he probably works longer hours to produce his stories and articles than I do to produce an income. But he does some really crazy.