.. soon. I was in a great deal of pain for the rest of the weekend. Robbie helped me as best he could but I knew he had to fly out Monday morning for ...four days. I would have to be self sufficient as I was not going to bother Nancy or others to come help me if it wasn’t necessary. I had several calls from Nancy, my staff and yes, Joey over the weekend. I didn’t answer any of them. I will call them back when I feel better. With practice, I was getting around pretty well on the crutches. I finally. Finally he let go of my head and he asked “how does it taste white boy?” “It tastes salty and bitter and it’s lumpy,” I said. With that James let out a howl. “Well I’ll tell you what, you get over here and put your mouth where that juice came from.” “Umm, I’m not gay or anything,” I said. “I don’t care. I fucked a lot of white boys when I was in prison. It’s all the same. If you want to keep being invited to watch your wife get fucked by me you’re going to have to do what I say. My ad. , etc. We talked about ourselves and our respective divorces, my job, her son and all in all had a great time.After ninety minutes, we had returned the last dog and Ellen and I walked towards our houses."I know I promised to buy you lunch, Michael but how about I make you lunch instead?" Oh" I said quickly "I don't want to be a bother, let me take a rain check." No, No" she said. "It's no bother, I have to make lunch for myself so..." Okay, it's a deal. Do you want me to come down in a bit?". My mom lived with a black man named Tony and his two sons who were both older. It was the first time that I had ever had any real encounters with black people and I was terrified, to think that five of us would be sharing a two bedroom apartment scared the dickens out of me.. I remember the hours we would chillout in the bedroom we shared listening to music and playing video games. It was a sweltering night and the only thing that we had to curb the heat was a little old fan, not long after we.