If you don't like that sort of thing, um, why read it? If you, then read away.Cold EncounterThe cold of the night clawed its way inside me. My face pu...hes against the cold, rough, hard bricks of the building, chaffing my tender flesh from the relentless rubbing my left check against the nodulous surface. Up an inch, down, up then down, as my body lurched from the hard thrust from behind me.My hands pressed to the wall, clutching the edges of the bricks as if I prevent my falling if he let go of. "Take the ground floor," I replied. "There is someone you need to meet."Puzzled she complied and we went up just one floor and got out in the lobby."Wow," she said under her breath, studying the 1920s decor of shiny marble and highly polished brass. "This is fancy." It is a very nice place," I agreed. "And I want you to meet the doorman if he is still on duty." Ramone!" I called. "Are you still there or has Debbie dragged you out for a night on the town?"A large African American appeared. "Good. It was winter and climate was very cold but she could manage in the hall in night but afternoon nap she used my room as it was unoccupied at that hour .but the problem started when the climate worstened due to sudden cyclone the temperature fell drastically and mother advised her to sleep with me .the point was we never got along well as she was too disciplined and i was very lazy.i never kept room tidy which she never tollerated .but the situation was thus that it was impossible to avoid her. "Hands get soft out there, all that damn water with no real work. Your calluses'll be back. I could feel how hard your hand was underneath. When we stops for dinner, maybe you can get some salt on 'em and wrap 'em up. If not then, do it tonight. You're through ax cutting for today. I'll start limbing and whacking up four-foot lengths, and you split 'em up like the pieces you tossed back yonder. You'll find some wedges and mauls over by that fire. Most of this wood splits pretty good."Matt had.