Neither could account for the chorus being the same between their tribes. It suggested a commonality in the history between the tribes, but, that's fo... a different study.Back to the storyThe ceremony stopped about fifteen minutes before midnight. The couples weren't allowed to touch as they were separated, even for a kiss goodnight. That didn't prevent good natured groans of frustration and calls of, 'I love you, ' between the two couples.The brides were escorted upstairs and the grooms warned. “Careful pretty lady,” “And whatever did you mean thanks for fetching my purse?” he asked mimicking her New England accent. “Do I look like your dog or something?” ordinarily that sort of back talk coming from one so young would have been out and out rude, but in the case of this handsome black stranger it didn’t feel like that. It came out more like a firm and matter of fact rejection of a notion by a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was neither shy nor afraid to demand it. “Oh, I’m. "Sorry we're late. Greg's bus was late, and then I had to deal with the local goon squad guarding the door." Me, too," John admitted unhappily, in a way that led me to suspect the "fag" label had preceded him here. He's not gay, by the way -- not that I care."Well, we're here now," I assured him. I could actually feel him relax as, together, the three of us plunged into the turmoil of a new school. With Beth off at college, John's home life with her parents was shaken, and a new school would be. It was like my whole system went into some altered state of consciousness whenever his image came into my mind. As though his pheromones were so intense on me that I lost track of what the fuck was happening. I was pretty sure that unless a miracle happened, I was going to flunk out of Chemistry because I hadn't heard a single word because I was so utterly distracted by the size of his foot, the bristly haired three inches of skin between his sweat sock top and the hem of his pant leg. I.