Come my friend enjoy a different side of life...Welcome to my world. My country black ass putting on shades so I won't walk in looking all bug-eyed a...nd sambo. Max hug walks us to the front desk. As he teases and laugh with the Hostess. I look around to only see art and beauty in a building but women of destiny. Women that when you have sex with it like a power up to your soul. Even the sexy drunk 20ish party of college girls smells of beer and rum full of giggles and slick looks and tits. Of the thirty-seven unread emails, most appear to be junk so Iditch them. I'm left with about half dozen emails that look legitimate.I open one with the subject: 'Where Are You Michele?' It reads:'Michele honey,Where have you been? The girls miss you and I do too; not to mentionour bevy of admirers. Please don't tell me you have given up the scene?xxxVanessa'The return address is [email protected]. It's dated about threeweeks ago.I'm intrigued and decide to reply to Vanessa to see. "Who was that, Dad?" I asked."Kimmy Morrison from up the road. She graduated from State College last year. Her name is Kimberly but everyone that knows her calls her Kimmy." State College? She looks like a teenager," I replied."She's twenty-three or twenty-four, I can't remember," said dad. "I'll ask her tonight for you." Tonight? How are you going to see her tonight?" We see her almost every night. She walks in the evening and stops by and sits with Mom and me all the time. She's the cutest. "Sure!" said Jill, and she blushed too.'Well,' thought Terry, 'Old Morpheus is definitely nowhere to be found in this tent, and it doesn't look like he's going to come visiting any time soon.' He sat up and stared out of the tent. 'Guess I'll take a walk and see if the god of sleep is lurking about in the woods.'As he wandered he thought about how strange life was, and how unfair. How odd that of the few people he considered his best friends, one should be his sister, when just about everyone.