The picture was poor but it looked like someone on their knees looking up from sucking a rather large dick. Right below it was a picture of the same p...rson with cum a allover there face. That’s when I realized the person was a guy. “Holly shit!” I just blurted out.“I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t so I decided to show you. I am gay.”I just stared at the picture. “I’m telling you because I thought you…”“You think I’m… Why?” I was still in shock but I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. “So what do I do first?”His father replied, “Take her clothes off and lay her on the bed.”5 minutes later Fred’s on the phone again.“She’s naked and in bed, what do I do now???His father can’t believe what he is hearing, “Take your damn clothes off and get into bed with her.”After another 5 minutes poor Fred is on the phone again.“Dad, I’m naked and in bed with her, what do I do now?”His dad’s patience is now running thin so he says, “Shit son! Do I have to spell everything out for you? Just. I ... I'm Mrs. Jenkins. I ... I ... I'm here to find my husband, she stammered. Perhaps in a different time; in a different place, things might have been different. If she had been back home at a charity fund raising event, she would have been intrigued with meeting him, like several of the Kansas City Chiefs players. With her husband nearby, with elegantly dressed wealthy neighbors at the same party, she would have been intrigued with him.The last leg of her trip to Monrovia had come in an. . do you know them, by the way: one of them seemed to know you ... brought you about twenty kilometres from the Capital, and I think the border is about 750 kilometres away from there. A truck travelling at a moderate speed, without stopping, would take about twelve hours to make the journey, but I doubt if they would do that. So at least two days just to get there, and then there's the waiting for the right opportunity to cross without the right papers." And have you considered how to do that,.