After our mouths parted, I looked into her brown eyes and said, and with utter sincerity: "You can see whoever you want. I'm fine with that. Really. I... fact, knowing you see other guys is extremely exciting to me. I can't explain it, but just the thought of you seeing someone else, some black guy, say, is such an exhilarating, and sexually exciting thought to me."She smiled.I was still wearing the chastity cage she'd asked me to wear for a while. I'd actually grown quite used to wearing it. In. ." I said, close to tears now."Why?" he asked simply.I was crying now, silent tears running down my face and I found myselfturning my back on him, unable to look him."Bbbeecasue I am not a wwooman," I stammered.I felt him come up behind me, his hands snaking around my middle as hepulled me towards him."Oh you stupid girl," he chastised softly. "What difference does thatmake? All that really matters is that I love you," he said as he firmlybut gently turned me around to face him once. “Please bring those questions inside, if you’d like an answer to them,” Mr. Murphie replied before he started up the stairs to the main entrance.“Which one of you Bandettes didn’t perform at this challenge, yesterday,” the first reporter shouted as we reached the doors to the large sports and entertainment building.I squeezed Brick’s hand after she stutter-stepped slightly, and looked back after hearing that shouted question. “Don’t say anything, Brick. Just keep walking with Sammy and Tempe,”. It turned out the truck contained many boxes of pure heroin and a large wooden crate. They destroyed the drugs, but Jonas brought the crate to me because I was the only one he trusted. He wanted it turned over to the US government instead of lining the pocket of some general or CIA operative. Without giving any specific details I tried to handle it though channels, but no one seemed to be interested. Finally I just shipped the crate home to hold until I could give it to Jonas.”“What was in the.