‘You haven’t seen her for years but she named her son after you, and you’ve spent a lot of money and haven’t said anything except that she’s...had a bad time.’ Course I haven’t said anything. You think I want this shit spread round the whole fuckin’ town? ‘Hell, Kirsty, friendship rules apply: I mean, I ain’t gonna say anything about her less she agrees. Wish I knew what happened though. Toughest woman I ever known, and now look at her.’ I drained my drink and stood. ‘I’m gonna get some shut-eye.. If I feel the urge to join I will." Ladies giggles and I replied. "That's fine but when i get ready to cum to better be down here with these 2." Trish bit her lip. "Yes sir." The ladies knew I had the dominant sexual persona. A man that knew what he wanted and no problem telling then when and how to do it. Ladies loved it when I was controlling. I didn't do anything they didn't like. I was respectful with my orders not over demanding where it was outside their comfort zone. Heather then turned. The two-hour shifts at guarding the camp paid off that same night. A bear showed up and scared the hell out of the mules. The noise the mules made in their fright probably woke up the whole county, but it was enough warning for the men to pepper the bear with two shots from their rifles and innumerable shots with their revolvers. They were not able to kill the bear, but they did drive it off. The poor beast probably died a painful death later on from all of the bullets that had penetrated its. You might wonder why I spent all this time telling you about the schools I run and the various sports offered. Well, I just wanted you to have some inkling of my power. I’m a very powerful man, you know. The life of a black intellectual in America isn’t easy but I was doing fine. I had six college campuses to run and I was always traveling all over the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, mainly because I was the glue holding the entire CMU structure together. Weak-willed administrators were.