Thus, I packed my belongings and moved to the town of Ottawa. It’s the most boring and bigoted little town I’ve ever seen. White folks out here ar...e seriously scared of all the African, Asian and Arabic immigrants moving into the city but they hide it behind their phony smiles. The immigrants are none the wiser, thus many of the younger ones are dating ‘mainstream’ Canadians. I find that foolish. Canadians are racist and I don’t trust them. At Carleton University, a lot of White chicks approach. The next pic was of her ass very close to the door. Then of her bent over with her pussy right up to the hole. Bob was mesmerized. The next pic was of Sue's face close to the hole with cum dripping down her lips. ”I'm sorry Bob," Sue said putting her hand on his shoulder. "Things got out of hand." "But, but it looks like you did, did, things with him." Bob stuttered. "Please let me explain Bob." Sue consoled. "Please listen to me. Just be calm and listen." Ok" He is a healthy. "Look gentlemen I don't want any trouble. I just want to get home. It's late and I have to tuck my kids into bed," the young man's voice was high pitched as he spoke.Mike knew this guy didn't have any kids. He was a career junky, spending all day at a computer making lots of money for very little work."Give us your money and that watch, and we will let you go," Mike said through his teeth.The young man dug out his wallet and tossed it to the ground at Mike's feet. Mike looked at Frog who bent. The first place I had to head to was the safe house where I would be allocated my new documents and money so that I could support myself in the time whilst I was trying to get my memory back. I walked in to the dismal room, taking in the drab furniture as I realised that this could be a second chance at life, and a chance to discover who I am really. I flung my bag into the corner and jumped onto the bed, a little softer than the one at the hospital and began to get used to my body, or, get.