Well sometime after midnight we decided to go for a ride, in her car of course. I left my wheelchair at my cousins and got in. I don't know if it was ...the alcohol that gave me the courage or just frustration from not havin any pussy in a year. We pulled over down by the river and with the music goin, I leaned in and made my move. As soon as I did, I could tell she was into it. It was just like it was before, same rush. Not knowing how this was gonna work being my first time without legs, I felt. Now, all those nice academic guys would say that was nonsense, smart handsome Cro-Magnon blokes weren’t going to roger some ugly Neanderthal tart. No? They had two legs and we know what they had in between, their man has just been knocked on the head and they’re up for it. And a standing prick doesn’t worry about what she looks like, it just wants to get where it belongs. Not pretty? Bit hairy? Doesn’t matter, they’re just for relief. So how do you shag them out of existence? If a black woman. “I have to find a way to meet girls,” she said out loud to herself one day. She decided she would get a membership for the community pool. Her plan was to go as often as possible and hopefully she would meet some girls. Sunday morning she grabbed her suit and headed for the pool. She didn’t expect to meet anyone right away but she thought maybe going at a quieter time there would be more solo swimmers. She paid for a summer membership at the front gate and entered the pool change-room/shower. He turned on his TV set and began to clean his Uzi whilst he looked over the other items. From his time in Lexington he’d learned where the police liked to make their media statements, just outside that percent with the podium placed to allow the camera to take in the seal on the wall. Susan, try as she did not to, leaked most of the conversation to Sam as he had waited outside – so now it was time to simply wait for the show. What had annoyed Sam was not that she had tried to block him but.