Why there were four guides was a puzzle to Shawn and Tia. Little did Shawn know that this black African, next to him. was a pedophile and that this b...ack African had never been this close to a white boy…..at least not until now. Neither, Shawn or his twin sister knew what African lust was. They had no idea as to the possible dark dangers when young white teens are exposed to being alone with black Africans in the absence of their parents….especially in the wilds. The black African’s arm was. He asked if I wanted a lift home with him, but I don’t normally like leaving my car overnight, so naturally I said, “No thanks, I’m gonna crash here.” Matt’s my best friend, of course he’d let me. Which he did.Once Eddie left, we knew each of us wasn’t tired, so we decided to try and finish the whiskey (bad idea in the long run). Just a few minutes after this, I realized that Matt was probably the one texting Alyssa. I didn’t say anything about it, I just kinda brushed it off as nothing. When I. With that, Jaycee walks out to the deck overlooking the golf course. “Mel, I didn’t realize we were in that big of trouble. And how did the company find out about us? I thought we were very discrete,” Jaycee says.“I know, I know. Well, what’s done is done. I’ve kept my options open with finding other work for a while now, and there’s no better time than now to execute plan B,” Mel replies.Mel goes on to tell Jaycee his plan to sell the condo and move to Florida. Maybe even Fort Myers since he. With a slow grin he said, "Babe, I hope you brought clothes for tomorrow. We are getting drunk tonight." It was common practice for him to call me names like babe, and even for me to crash in his guest room if we had a few drinks. I walked to the porch and somewhere between my car and standing two feet in front of him, my choice was made. I reached out grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt and kissed him. I heard the bottle hit the porch floor as his hands found my waist. His right hand roamed up my.