I don't want to be some token at a racist school."Kim winced but leaned forward. "Oh, no, it's a very open-minded place. Everyone knows about you and ...really wants you. My girlfriends are excited, and I can tell them that you're as hot in person." She smiled again. "Celebrity is color-blind, Dwayne." Yeah, thanks but no thanks, Cracker State." I got up to leave, and Kim leaned forward pleadingly. She almost got my erection in her eye. "Oh!" she gasped at the bulge in my shorts. "Wait..." she. A scale would have weighed her in at only 95 pounds in her current attire, despite her substantial chest. This young girl of a woman then had to be the one to make the introduction; there would be no joint recognition of each other, the awareness limited to her alone for the moment. Continuing over towards the older woman, every step of her steeply angled feet still clicked loudly, each step shorten from the norm due to the narrow opening of the hobble skirt, more steps required then to reach. Wow… Megan took a breath as she looked at his strong muscled chest. She wondered what it would feel like to lay her hand on his chest. “Megan, it’s our turn," Joshua told his wife as she didn’t move when the couple in front of them left. “Oh sorry." Megan looked away from the strong black man and walked over to the counter. "Hi, I'm Anya, how may I help you." The tall, slim and dark haired woman in the middle of the front desk, who spoke with a hint of a Russian accent, introduced herself to. I did find a small version of the standard combat knife with a rig similar to a shoulder holster for a hand gun. It kept the knife under my arm to my side and with loose fitting clothes would do. I did have a good look at all the self defense items and military surplus items. I would be coming back here a lot. By 8:30 AM I was back home and in bed.I felt the bed move and woke up immediately, ready to fight. As soon as my eyes focused I was looking into Jen's smiling face."How long have you been.