“Well, watcha get?” one of my colleagues asked.“Not sure. Ain’t opened it yet.”“It’s from Black Mountain, ain’t it?”“Looks like it....”“And?”“And I’ll let you girls know when I open it, read the stuff, and have something to say.”“Nasty bastard!”“Have you no patience at all?”“Not much.”“Makes it real easy to tease you.”“Guess so.”In actuality, I was quite eager to actually see the contents, but I wanted to keep the blokes in the lab hanging and show them how “cool” I was. After lunch, however, I. Dipali waited for another 5 minutes and then gave a tight slap on his face. I was shocked at seeing that. I told her “Dipali it’s fine, he is just a kid. Why are you hitting him.” She shouted at him again and that poor kid ran crying to his parent’s room. I asked Dipali “Why did you shout so much at him? Now your parents will come and scold you.” She replied “Don’t worry, he will go and sleep there itself. He won’t come back. That’s what I do whenever I want him away from me.”I asked her “Why. ’ 2 It was raining on Saturday as I drove over to Diane’s place, which suited my mood. I was resigned to doing this, in order to get my life back, thinking her interest would disappear and this would become a joke later which I would keep hearing about. When I found the address, I realized it was a small older house, not the apartment complex I had been expecting. I was unusually dressed up for a weekend morning, with my best pleated dark wool skirt and the bronze color silk blouse that I. ” “But my father would be shocked with me being fondled by a black African.” “Your father is not here and I can sense that you are aroused by my touching your body,” the African insisted. She felt a tingling sensation as his other black hand slid into the top of her low cut dress softly fondling her breasts. As her legs slightly opened they became heated and wet as a couple of black fingers found their way into her love canal. Her heart was racing and her mouth was dry. Dana's toes curled up.