" Vernon veered to his right and sat quickly on the other end of Elizabeth's cot, nearly collapsing it. "Drink?" he asked, offering her the bottle wit... a swing of his long arm. He was having trouble getting his eyes to focus and words to come out properly. He had already poured more than a pint of corn whisky down his gullet, and a fire had kindled just below his breastbone. Fumes filled his head."What is it then?" she said, smelling the stubble-faced man's lank body although he was a yard. The man with gray hair smiled back, ‘Glad you could make it,’ he said. They both walked out of the airport, Elena was holding her small black purse and the roses while Andrew carried her heavy suitcase. They made small talk about the plane and the waits and the hour difference between the United States and Australia. They smiled occasionally at each other, both with lust in their eyes. Andrew could hardly wait to see Elena moaning of pleasure at the mercy of his dick. Elena admitted her. “Not going to win that way, Alison,” the Black guy groaned.Alison popped her mouth off his dick, her cheeks pale. “Mom?”At the word, “Mom,” the watching youths suddenly scattered, leaving in their wake a mound of red plastic cups. There were stains on my beige carpet. There were cups on my coffee table without coasters. Someone had spilled an entire bag of chips on my ottoman, the yellow-orange dust worked into the fibers.“Alison Lisa Talon,” I fumed as the Black guy yanked up his pants and. I was surprised when Reverend Walters joined me. “Your group has provided me with a unique opportunity,” he commented. “While we are against slavery, my wife and I have never met a Negro before. The Negroes in your group seem to be just as intelligent and nearly as well-spoken as white people.”I replied, “Coming from Kentucky, there were lots of Negroes around and most of them were slaves. I hated the way they were treated. We treated our livestock better than some of what I saw and heard.