" Laurel chuckled as she lay down next to Miranda gently stroking her hair, singing softly until she was asleep.Laurel carried her cup of tea into the...music room, sitting down by the harp she started to pluck the strings thinking about the things Miranda had said and what Natalie had done. Marti'en silently asked if Miranda was all right, Laurel sighed "yes, she's sleeping now, I wish you had talked to me first, I could have told you that it was a bad time to be bothering Miranda, I hope. I turn over onto my stomach and begin to swim back to shore.As I get closer to the beach I start to notice the figures sitting on a blanket next to my clothes. There’s a man, mid 30’s, 6’2, dark hair and washboard abs, next to him was a woman, mid 20’s, 5’8, blonde hair, nice round breasts, with a great body lying beside each other, stark naked, eyes on me. He’s got his delightfully big, hard cock in his hand and he’s stroking it. She’s biting her lip and rubbing her clit. As I get closer I. There were several beer cans but not much else. The foul stench of a plate of unwrapped leftover chicken caused her to slam the door shut."We're out of fuckin' milk again!" she spat. "I'll go to the store."Her father, in a post-orgasmic daze, simply nodded. He dropped to a knee and dug into the pocket of his pants on the floor, giving Matilda a twenty dollar bill."Bobby, let's go," Matilda said, holding her hand out and wiggling her fingers."Oh no, he stays here," Joan said with a smirk. She. Part of me I guess hoped someday we’d have a change together. But I know I’m being an idiot: you like tall, robust, athletic men of color. I’m 5’9′, I’m 5 years older than you, I’m not in great shape, I’m… white.’ She was biracial — black and Mexican. She’d only dated one white guy and it hadn’t worked out very well. Plus, she was waaaaay too good looking for me to date. I didn’t think I had the confidence to be with her. Never mind sleeping with her. I started to picture the two of us.