About 20 minutes after we’d deployed a Fuzzy Navel appeared in front of me!? WTF, I am a Gin and Tonic, Vodka and Cranberry guy most of the time, bu...t never a Fuzzy Navel?! I explained this to waitress, who was a dead ringer for sprinterGwen Torrence, and she said, “It’s on the house; the bartender said so,she wants to do her “patriotic duty"Does she? Well I decided to do some recon.The bartender was 23 or 24, a black girl with cat's eyes, a little like a thicker Nia Long and very, very big. He saw the black girl when he passed through Jericho on his way home. She was striking, her skin almost translucent, tall, slender, but very feminine. He was hard immediately. He’d heard stories about black women, everyone knew what they were like. Fuck machines, they were, always ready to take on any and all comers. Comers. Heh. He liked the term. He’d be one of the comers and he’d be one she’d never forget.He thought she was alone at first, and despite his momentary satisfaction following his. Her hair became long and wavy. College was on her agenda.The sweet innocent look was fast eroding away when suddenly; a breezemomentarily shifted a broken metal sign dangling from a poll on theouter edge of the parking area, briefly reflecting a ray of sunlightinto the display window. The bright flash of light lasted just longenough to light up a straight, pure white mini skirt. My attention wascompletely captured by the nearly blinding light reflected off theskirt. My thoughts were instantly. Roni only told me Monse is more skinny and pale compared to her. On our ride to my ranch we chat.Roni is very busy translating back and forth from English to Spanish and back as check them out.Monse seems to know some details of their presentation procedure scheduled right away at home.Monse looks tense. New country. New language. First time to meet this uncle, sponsoring studies.Monse likes the first impressions: friendly elder gentleman, luxury limousine, lovely landscapes.Monse loves to feel.