"How was your birthday?" Stacy asked."Fucking amazing," Chloe said. "We should do that every year." As I handed her her coffee, she amended her previo...us statement. "Every WEEK." She carefully sampled the coffee, and then put it down, and made her way around the breakfast bar into the kitchen, where she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "You didn't get a good morning kiss," she explained.We sipped at our coffee more, and then Stacy said, "So Nat left here in a big hurry."Chloe nodded.. "What's it look like? It must be awesome." No, not really, it just looks like any other river; not really a big deal."I remember the first trip I made with my Dad. I was just as excited as Bill was now. I had studied the mighty Mississippi in school, seen pictures showing this huge body of water, at some places close to a mile wide. I was so disappointed when we actually crossed over it. The river appeared to be about half a mile wide but in the middle of the city did not seem very impressive.. This mountain was less steep than the ones of his tribal lands.The view was spectacular. To the south Taima could see the distant smoke of a Kindee village and her cooking fires. It looked to be at least three days away if the terrain wasn't too difficult. That gave Taima heart. The bulk of this tribe was far away. He shied away from looking to the east because there was nothing there for him.The winnowed could return in one year and the tribe had to welcome back the hapless man who had. I realized that this was my chance to see if my wife was really the bitch I wanted.I remembered a friend of mine who was a plumber and perfect for my experience, cause he was very fond of women and never missed a chance to fuck. He was a black man with 30 years old, muscular, soon figured my wife would feel attracted to him. I called him to do the job (of kitchen plumbing and, who knows, another pipeline, more interesting), but rather gave him instructions to try to excite my wife, but.