"Daniel sat down on the asphalt with his back against the speaker pole."Sit on my lap." I'll crush your legs." I'll be just fine." He patted his lap w...ith his hand.I sat on his lap, but I sat forward away from his body. Besides beingafraid of hurting his legs I was still conflicted about my feelings forDaniel. I liked him a lot and the kiss earlier in the day had made myhead spin, but I couldn't get involved with a guy. I wanted to be agirl--there was no doubt in my mind about that--but I was. Actually, I only waited for him to leave and then I went online.Many people chatted with me but I didn't let on that I was free. I waited till I thought I had what I was seeking. That came in the form of Jack from a nearby city. We’d chatted a few times and he’s a beefy guy — and, I believed, with a huge cock to match. I was chatting with something like sixteen people but he was the only one not being a pig or talking about sex. That was kind of nice. I told him I intended going to the gym. ” “Is there any way to be sure before doing the procedure?” Danielle asks. “No. well, yes, but we usually know what we’re dealing with after some tests.” “Can’t you do them?” you ask. “We’ve done all of them already. Twice. But every time the results are inconclusive.” “So it’s our decision whether or not to do this surgery?” Danielle asks. “It’s your decision, yes,” he replies, nodding at Danielle to make sure she knows that it’s her decision. “What would you advise?” she asks. “If I. Shall you and me fuck this couple of little white bitches? Get some payback for all those years of black and Latino discrimination? Do it for Luther, like? Victory for club Luther over the powers of the white establishment?”He said it with a smile and a grin, but still, there was something slightly off in his words. But I guess I’d heard so much trash-talking over the last few months that partly it was water off a duck’s back to me. Still, I didn’t really like being called ‘a bitch’, even if it.