Without being asked the white woman sat down in front of the crabby Ms. Johnson. “I’m interested in adopting a child, my name is Sarah Winsor and... here are my credentials.” Sarah said sliding a document across the table.After taking a minute to examine the papers, Ms. Johnson broke out into her famous 50 year old smile that just lit up the room with happiness and joy (sarcasm). “Very good, would you like to take a look at the nursery room?” Ms. Johnson asked. “Actually I’m looking for a child. It was surprisingly good, in my unenlightened opinion. A pair of children, a boy and a girl in their early teens, racing bicycles down a dirt road between some trees. I could almost feel the breeze on my shoulders and shivered just a little. You could feel the raw determination radiating from each of them, their faces fierce, hair streaming behind them. They were neck and neck and neither one of them was going to concede victory to the other. The vitality of the painting took my breath away.. Subdued. Unsure. Now, I think she'd be up for the Oval Office."He laughed. "Cindy's no politician. She knows things. And knows things that aren't so. And knows the difference." Yeah. On another note, though, you remember my lead technician, Jason Ellerbee?" Sure," Jerry said. "He schooled me on the system protection networking. What about 'im?" I sent him up to Tennessee to help my buddy on another project. He's getting married." Neat-o. Good guy!"Sara raised an eyebrow. "Dan, I've been takin'. Our 1st impression was very nice and well organized and a nice selection of sexy solo studs and couples! We've been with couples and solo studs but never in a mixed group setting so needless to say we were both very excited at the possibilities of very erotic encounter! That evening we had some very hot sex thinking about what it might be like to be in the middle of pile of writhing moaning juicy flesh with everyone's hands and mouths on each other!It was a very long few days but the Saturday.