" Certainly, Miss. What can I get you?" I'd like to order uhm... that, uhm, guy from the catalogue, uhm page 32?" That guy, Miss?" Yeah, the one with ...the... uhm, the black one, with huge uhm, penis?" Miss, I'm sorry, that describes about half of our product assortment. Would you have the product number, please?" Uhm, where do I find this number?" Bottom left of the product specification, starts with the prefix KOK followed by a six digit number." Oh, I see it. It's KOK 911911." Ok, let me check. . It's just ... Ahh, please?!? Can I get it back, please, sir?" -"Fuck, you sound like a dude, miss! Are you? A dude?" He got his big hand under my small skirt and grabbed my groin :oI had made my face look soft and pink, had a pink hairband, pink jacket, pink blouse, pink scarf, superskinny pink jeans on with a pink small skirt over it and pink anckle boots. So fucking pink :o"Turn around, faggot! I got to take you upstairs for some questioning!" He grabbed my arms, forced them on my back.. When a Cro-Magnon goes and takes a shit, he does it down wind to be polite. Then, he wipes his shitty ass off with a bunch of grass and then he wipes his fingers on the grass. Then that filthy bastard comes right back to the fire and settles in to eat. He pats his mate on the face with that hand. Get the picture? Next, they do not possess polite social graces. The bigger Cro-Magnon takes what he wants from the smaller ones, and they lump it. That's called family. When strangers come over, they. "Allie! Over here!" A tall African-American woman waved from across the reception hall. Allie had to be a nickname for Alison.Dan smiled and waved back, this was the acid test. If he could convince Kate he was Alison, he'd have no trouble with that sonofabitch Simon."I didn't hear from you yesterday, Allie. What happened to you?" Kate said when she had walked over."Ah... I had a little trouble."Kate frowned. "Simon again? I don't know why you stick with him. Ever since he was left the centers.