"I'd just as soon marry a nigger."Arnold was still sitting on the ground when he said this. Okay, so maybe I could have gotten in between John and Arn...old. Maybe I should have. John stepped over and caught Arnold in the face with his knee. Arnold flopped onto his back and was out cold.At some time during the fight, Timmy ran off. Not long after John put Arnold out, Priscilla Arnold came running up. "What's going on?" she asked. She glanced down at her husband, but didn't check to see if he was. They entered a kitchen that was neat and clean, as was the rest of the house. Off the kitchen were a dining room, a living room and down a short hall past a bathroom and den that probably was originally a bedroom. ?Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?? Barb offered. ?What are you having?? Petra asked. ?Tea? ?Make it two then??Head on down to the den, take your shoes off and get comfy. I?ll be in in a jiff.? Petra walked down the hall and into the den. It was warm, cozy and comfortable. Clearly a. Not yet.I heard a match strike and a candle-flame illuminated the room from behind. My shadow was flung, dancing madly, against the far wall. A crouching figure shrouded in black passed my right side and then whirled to face me. I stood taller on the stool, but the cloak and posture made it hard to discern our relative heights. I looked down on a bronzed mask. In the dim light I couldn't tell if it was real bronze or just painted, but it didn't matter. I gasped."If you take your hand from the. We had grown up together. The two of us had an intimate relationship, but nothing steady. Basically, if I felt horny, and wasn't going out with anyone, and Brian was between relationships, we would meet up, and have fun. This was such a time. However, this time, Brian told me he wanted to try something different. He promised me that I would be safe, but that there would be many other guys there.All of whom I did not know. I was pretty weirded out at first, but I trusted Brian, in that he would.