“I’m hanging myself.” She said.The men were confused. Then one of them said, “If you’re trying to hang yourself, you’re supposed to put th...e rope around your neck.“Duh,” she said. “I tried that and I couldn’t breath.”One day a blonde came home from school and came to her mother and said, “Hey, Mommy! Mommy! Today in school we learned to count. The other kids could only count to three but I can count to ten... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!”The mother responds, “Very good honey.” The blonde asks,. “I agree, but it might not be an easy relationship to maintain. Oh, Karl and Glenda said they live in Munich, so that wouldn’t be a problem until we go home, but it takes a determined effort to get out here to the castle.”“I don’t care. I can feel something for Mia, and she’s already done something very personal for us. Fischer and Sophia seem like nice people, too. All of them are ... different compared to most of our current friends. Besides, I think we need some new friends.”“I assume that. I looked at her and she asked me if I was okay. Her voice had a slight trace of a French accent in it. I smiled, and asked her if she was Haitian. The young lady smiled, and asked me how I knew. I smiled and shrugged, then introduced myself. Clarence Pierre Romans. Proud Bostonian. As Haitian-American as rice and beans dipped in burrito sauce. She shook my hand, smiled and introduced herself. Wendy Saint-Mathieu. Born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, and raised in the City of. A smile, a kiss, a touch and a few soft words of love were all it took to get the rhythm going again, there was no pain only the pleasure as your flooded flower welcome more and more of my glittering stem, the rhythm was slow and steady, it didn't take long before the explosions came and once again we were cast to the outer most regions of space and was slowly drawn back to our little paradise where a familiar friend call sleep wrapped our exhausted body in his dark blanket and carried us into.