No woman had ever kissed me before. I had kissed girls. I was good at kissing girls and they liked to kiss me. Kissing Mrs. Ruth was like being sent i...nto the game for DiMaggio, you knew the crowd wouldn't like you, and it was certain you would strike out. This woman was the reason the backyard outhouse had one wall painted white. Somewhere in the middle of the kiss, I realized her hand was sitting on my thigh, just inches from my cock. I was dead. I knew the Boss was going to come through that. "Cringing Mark tried to ask how long he'd been out. Unfortunately the only thing That escaped his lips were squeaks. Nissie immediately grabbed a glass and poured Mark a full serving which she handed to him. Mark's throat was so dry he didn't even look at the liquid as he downed a huge swig, as it hit his stomach the flavor finally caught up to him. Coughing and sputtering Mark tried not to gag, damn Mark thought, what were they giving me? It tasted somewhere between warm piss and sour milk,. “When he left, he told me and Coleman. I think he thought it was important for us to know so we could help you if you ever got ... like this.”“That bastard,” Belita said with a mirthless laugh. She couldn’t even muster the energy to be angry about the breach of confidence. “Suppose he was right. I hate that.”“Wait, Sandman?” Doctor Kalfou asked, clearly surprised. “Know the Sandman, you?”Sometimes Belita forgot that Sandman was as famous as she was, in his own way. “Aye, he was the Bosun I. Ido need to go, but not straight away. Just one cup." It was totallyirrational. What I was doing was thinking one thing, and then doing thecomplete opposite? What kind of person does that? Not a person likeme."I only use coffee from Guatemala," he said. "Pure Arabica beans, notto darkly roasted." Hmm," I said, after the first sip. It was good coffee, but the "hmm"sound that I had just made was on another level. Like the "hmm" when apenis enters a vagina. I could see that he knew it.