Grogan's windows until you get up in the thick leaves," said Megan.She cupped her hands into a cradle shape in order to boost June to a low hanging br...anch. After a great effort complete with skinned hands and shins, both girls made their way up into the tree's thick foliage. Silently they climbed until, by peering over one last thick V in the sturdy trunk, they gazed directly into Helen Grogan's kitchen. There at the table sat Helen, her back to the girls. A wide-eyed Jeff Cooper sat across the. Jonas's black hair was starting to recede slightly which was the nearly the only concession to his 38 years in this life. His unlined light olive complexion, thin face and wide spaced eyes were bequeathed from some French ancestor that had settled in the Louisiana swamps about two hundred years ago. The hard winter gray of Jonas's eyes was the other concession to his age. His eyes looked very old. Jonas's mom said he had his dad's eyes. He didn't remember his dad. All he knew about him was that. What's up with this? Is this unusual?Answer: It's not unusual. The reasons are pretty straightforward.Not coincidentally they're the same reasons many married whitefemales are also attracted to men of African-American ancestry.Simply put these men are the last bastions of the truly andovertly male image in western society. None of the quiche-eating,"Mr. Sensitive" aura for these guys has been detected by anyonethat the author is aware of. FFF. Find 'em. Fuck 'em. Forget 'em.They treat women. Or was it? I hardly recognized the brunette in front of me. She had lost weight, cut her hair. My mother was nearly a stranger to me before all this. Now this person, this woman was...Dee. From the box of pictures. She had been calling me “John” for a long time now, seeing me as my long gone father. Perhaps believing I was him, maybe wishing that belief into reality for herself.And as for my reality.We had been living together, just the two of us, for the better part of a year now. Our.