Mark mumbled something to Rob, and they both chuckled. After a brief moment of hopeless anticipation on my part, Rob came over to where I was seated, ...frozen with anxiety, and stood right in front of me. I felt myself becoming overwhelmed by the surreal sequence of events I had just been subjected to, when Rob asked, "have you ever thought about sucking on a nice, hard cock?" My heart leapt into my throat at the sound of his words, and I felt dizzy. My lack of response was equivalent to shouting. It was obvious that Lindiwe was sick. She sat huddled against the mildewed wall displaying the typical symptoms of Buffalo Pox such as horrible festering sores and postulating boils. This was reason enough for anyone to keep their distance. Any contact with Lindiwe or with anything she touched could easily spread further a plague that had already claimed so many lives across the worldLindiwe was sure that there had once been a time when pandemics of this kind were countered with an antidote. Near by is a bench where a old black man sits down to rest and feed the birds while enjoying the day. He is blind but with a heart like his there is no need for eyes. He feels not just his world but others going through problems. Some good and some bad. In a way he is free to see the happiness through his heart. When babies are born he knows and even the blooming of trees and flowers. But as the day goes on he feels the weight of another sit beside him. The old mans name is charlie and he. "Sandra sighed. "No, it sounds like you need me to put the hard work in."Dafne smiled wildly. "Was that my baby's first dad joke?"Caroline smirked. "They can be contagious. Though you need to work onyour delivery." I think she's better equipped to help you work on your next delivery,"Dafne laughed. "Any other conditions we haven't covered, mommy?" Dafnebatted her eyes in the hopes of distracting Caroline from thinking ofany more."I'm thinking I'd like to get started on Condition Three right.