“So, what can I give you?”“I was running out of milk, actually. I thought if you had some, and could give it to me.”The response sounded funny... to me at the moment because I was the one having lust for milk right now from her busty tits.“Yeah, of course, it is in the fridge.”As she took the milk in a glass, I deliberately elbowed the container. Now all the milk was on her clothes. Her nipples were visible.“I’m so sorry,” I said and took a clean cloth to start cleaning it (making sure I was. " He wore the shirt to show people he was still human. After a few years it became legendary. Kelly kept the shirt close for a while because it still smelled like him, then it just became a part of her. Candace hopped into some matching pink "HelloKitty" PJ's."What are you so happy about?" Candace noticed the shirt."It's one of my Dad's," she said slowly understanding how silly the shirt looked. It was old now, and had been washed so many times. The green cotton was faded and thin, the. "What...the...fuck...is wrong with you!"I swore at him and at that point I knew that I had drunk quite a lot because I hardly ever, ever swore. I felt delighted to actually say the f-word out loud for once. He marched over to me, his face scrunched up in annoyance, and he obnoxiously replied back, "You!"Our faces became so close that I felt his breath on my cheeks and I could see my own reflection pooled in his marvelous blue eyes framed by his long blond eyelashes. I don't know what it was. When I realized that Iraq and I had to part I did what any good little scientist would do, I died. Full state honours were afforded me and I have to admit I was honoured that Saddam really, really liked me. Even better was the fact that he really, really couldn't tell me apart from other Caucasians. In this case, cultural bias was my friend in that white people look alike to members of other cultures. Just as white folk like me see the yellow, black, red and brown to the detriment of finer.