“Well he does have brown eyes. Actually ... he’s brown all over.”James got a questioning look on his face.“James, the cop, Jamal, is black.”...ames’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Black! You never said that.”“I know. Does it make a difference?”“Uh— well — uh — I don’t know,” James stammered. “You should have told me.”“I know, but it never came up.”“Right, I thought we were being honest with each other. You know you were keeping it from me,” James said with disappointment.“All right, yes I was.. She seemed smaller than what I expected."It didn't kill me so I'm not sure what there is to talk about," I said."A lot if you want to pursue it," Josie said as she stepped forward. "I think it is more a matter of the way the hospital treated your family and giving them peace of mind. There is no doubt that Dr. Ericson was negligent. He ordered twice the amount of anesthesia as necessary and he overruled the anesthesiologist when she corrected him. One of the doctors who was attending told Kelly. She was wearing no bra (another advantage of big baggy clothes) and I was stunned by how great her tits were. They were not huge, quite the opposite, probably B cup, but they were perfect cones capped by large pink nipples. They were hard like pencil erasers and when I ran my hand over them she moaned. I pulled her off of my cock and laid her down on the couch. I proceeded to really work those perfect tits over. As I did this I explored her legs and crotch with a free hand. I pulled off her. The sky outside was dark even though it was close to eleven am. What was I doing in bed still at that time? Well, being a writer, I write when inspiration hits. Which means if I dream something up at one am, I'm up until it's out of me.But last night had not been about inspiration. No, it was frustration that had me up to all hours, writing and deleting, rewriting and deleting more. Finally, after staring at my computer and picturing what it would look like outside the front window, shattered.