PART 4



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the motor hummed its way through the night.. silence rained inside

the car. freshly cut canes smell through the window.

Fire-flies surfaced..smashed against the windshield ..suicidal.

one word just one...could be spoken but it got lost in the glow of

the night .it.s beauty exploding.. Tthe fever with which intensity had

labelled the night .seemed quaint/forgotten..

Veronica could not bear it any longer..in the club he was all

hers..making her happiness flow freely.her eyes sparkled /her lips

ready .her body give.in.(a given). she wanted to know him better.

Veronica : well, did i do something wrong?,you seemed so changed from

the time the other girl (Wendy)shouted your name..was she your

girlfriend? it seems she might have hurt you along the way ..maybe i

should not interfere..wel ;l;; '''l..im sorry.

Duawee; oh its just that seeing her brought back a painful memory i

was trying to forget.. (the car hits a bump in the road.and .

the answer is interrupted with a swear word: $$#@&***. )

Duawee;why don.t they fix the bloody road...its ridiculous.. all the

taxes we pay. ((his voice got louder, above the hum of

the engine and the night wind)) Veronica stopped him ::; '

Could you take me and show me a sun-rise..i would love that. please.? "

Duawee. swung the car left through the narrow street..he was loosening

his mood ..he spoke much better now.

Duawee:; now you will see a paradise..the sunrises and sunsets are

breath-taking..you.ll never forget it..this is the island i love :;

tranquility.in the highest form.. His words held her /she

anxiously awaited his paradise .she needed a sunRISE. its been a long

time she had awoken in the middle night/dream wanting a RISING sun.

The car engine moaned to a stop..its life ending at the turn of the

key..other cars with envelopped couples were parked along the

road.Duawee's eyes caught a license plate of someone he knew.. the car

lights apprehended the woman in the car..her eyes full of surprise

and fear.. Duawee smiled and thought to himself...~ thats not his

wife.wait until i see him at church on sunday. The head bob down

again. the night full of sinning flesh.. bodies knotted in moanful

discussions.. the waves breaking at in.tervals. the calm returning to

the sea... its foam ..its breathless themes leaving the air ..

haunting.. The open d o o rs .to the beach Veronica reached

for his hand..a coldness entered her and she sought solace in his

touch. Veronica:'':Duawee why do you speak so differently..your

accent is very distinctful ...unlike the others i have met.

DUAWEE; oh!..(he.s suddenly concious of his accent). Years ago i went

to live in England .i went there to stay with my aunt.to study

business management. i enjoyed living there..even though the weather

left a lot to desire.it was great bouncing around the city..going to

parties..nightclubs..hanging out with my friends and basically living a

good life. Over there the prejudices still exists as it does all over

the world..even in this same Island..Barbados.. YES! does that

surprise you?..here a country with a population 84% black..4%

white..12 %other..there still exists .... .. ... .......

A P A R T I E D in our mist.. here in this island_. the havenots are

struggling with the wantnots and the knots are in their bank

accounts._. they find it hard to look to the future..the computer age

is coming fast / they talk about a better life for the poor..but

the poor are lost behind words of the dreaded politicians brewing

words into politricks .scheming a dollar then blessing and

worshiping their richness .. yes its hard and that where the great

divide begins. __ RICH GETTING RICHER EVERYDAY

AND THE LITTLE THAT THE POOR MAN GOT.

IT SHALL BE TAKEN AWAY (the sale of land-case in point).. ).

The words fle www.. breaking off in the wind and dashing Veronica.s

dream upon a rock -crashing and returning... crashing and returning

to the sea.. Veronica:; i didn.t know any of your island.s

history. we were never taught any of it in school..we only knew

america.s history.distorted as it may be ...the native ameri-INDIANS

are really the first americans. they held the land strong until

clumsy Columbus .wandered unto their shores.. disrupting and

disputing ther lives for ever..they are shot in the westerns..

forced to drink to a drunken stupor.. given the worse conditions in

which to live..killing off the children and raping the women..leaving

the mens. mind in destitute .. harmless.. since then a rolling dice,

some land and tax-help is their reward to forget the past

attrocities.. it should not be..it should not be left there ..

their history is richer than anything a casino dollar will produce..so

don.t bribe them.if you can.t love them.. don.t ask for their

forgiveness when you haven.t admitted your wrong. doings. no it must

not be .it must not be..

Her voice trailled off .they both made a political stand for which

they both hoped ..a better world for the oppress.

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5:47.am sunrise..the other cars hurried away before the dawn of

their illicit activity..became transparent..Along with Duawee.s

car..another car remained ..the couple sat on the hood of the car.the

woman resting her head on his shoulder..they made a beautiful picture

of which artist and love -poets are proud. love seeping from the glow

of the morning .they in turn worshiping the beginning day..its full

light spreading towards them.. the woman sat up in awe .she caught

the light in her camera lens.. they kissed at that percise moment/ A

love began.. Veronica caught the moment of the kiss and wished

her moment would stray to her lips..(kisss her. kisss her)..her heart

pounded and beat the waves to the shore...tiredness was setting in.but

the morning had erase some of the heavy eyes. Clouds colo(u)red

sparkling sun/morning/awakening dawn /shaping.. this was a moment to

behold. a moment that is yours only when it is observed .when its is

fed through lovers yes/. natures blessings.

~~~~ ())(()*))))[[[[[[[[[00~~~~~~~~~~~~``

Veronica>: oh this is so beautiful..i have never seen anything like

this.. oh oh.. im so glad i came here. Barbados is truly

blessed.. * Duawee: yes i guess we are

lucky to still have mornings like these. all of god.s hands pressed

forth ..blessing us in the beginning /mornings and in the end

/nights.. we will witness the sunset later but from a different

place.ok...Are you ready to leave now?/..are you tired? let me take

you home. she did not reply. her eyes were taken by the

different shaped clouds forming above. she turn to leave without

speaking.. she did not get a sunRISE kiss like the other girl over

there. Duawee sensed her annoyance and tried to change the

questions. she turned to the car door.open got in and held her head

back..she smiled to herself. ~in America a player would be all over

her pressing his luck... but this bajan man was so different..so

gentle. he was about 5 -9 in height. his hair cut short. a wonderful

smile..a brown complexion. smooth-textured skin. A man her friends

would lie for .die for. & ^%@&&7 for... Engine on/ to the room/ in

a bed/ waiting / sleep long overdue..she slept then.. not hearing his

words as they left. her tiredness won out against the painted sky..

Alone in the car with music gently jazzing. Duawee finally noticed

her face for the first time..it was the face of the beach.the face of

the night-club.the face of the rub-a dub girl. but the face had

transformed to be more beautiful as she slept..her hair cut short and

curled ..some resting on her face. casting a shadow over her

lips..she was about 5-6.in height. her skin was smooth without make-up

// a beautiful woman *his friend* he wondered if she was married but no

ring caught his attention..maybe she.s just here bacause of

loneliness..or maybe he.s just lucky.

Her eyes flickered open ..her sleep was broken suddenly.she heard a

voice and could not make it out at first..

Duawee ; Veronica . Veronica ..let me walk you to your door and then

check your room.

Veronica: o k ok i would li ke that. thank you..

Opening the door .the room revealed some of her habits..clean. tidy

room.. everything in place. Duaree thought i would really like to

see her again..show her off to some people. parade her to my

friends..so he asked . Duawee: would you like

to see the rest of the island later?

Veronica; YES! yes i would.

Duawee: ok later today about 11:30. or 12:30 whichever time is good

for you..

Veronica: ok 12:30 sounds good..where are we going?

Duawee ; all around the island..its small you know. only 166 square

miles. she reached forward to kiss him..

their lips touched.a friendly touch.. a bye -bye kiss . nothing

strong. The open door. early morning had arrived .

DUAWEE :: You must wear shorts tomorrow. its going to be very

hot.. about 95 degrees..we.ll have a picnic..don.t worry i"ll have

everythink" he shouted other instructions from

the car. Veronica waved her replys from a half-closed door.. the

smoke from the car.curled up in the air as he sped off.. she returned

to her bed .wondering about her night and him and marleen and the

rub-a-dub.the music oh yes that music and the dancing and his

arms..and and oh yes that wendy. whats with this Wendy..

From there it was sleep sll ee p sleee pp.. now Wendy must

stay away from her and her slll eep( n).

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a knock on the door..a small voice entered from the bottom of the

door.;;; mam ! mam ! are you in... its the maid..mam! mam, i need

to change the bed..are you in.. ((**schooups**sucking teeth ))

Veronica ran to the door . thinking she might be late..it was

845am..she had just fallen asleep about one hour. She opened the door..

Veronica; Come in . come in. i was just getting ready to go out .

MAID: HI mam . .uh come to make up de bed. change de

spreads....oh you is american. wunna accents does be sweet fuh

days . Veronica tried to make out her speech..some words

evaded her senses.. Maid: i name DAISY. and i is

26 years old with three childrun .dem is good childrun..dem learning

good. in school. you got any ? you preetty though..musse got de boys

down here vexx . be careful uh some uh dem..they gine wine and

dine yuh then mek yuh pay fuh e v v a thing..dem gine brek yuh heart

too as soon as you get pon de plane at Grantley. Airport .dem gine

be prouncing pon annuder wun..so be careful..tek me advice./ Don"t kiss

dem hear. yuh don.t know wheh dem mout went.. leh muh finish this

room ..got tuh get home and cook something fuh dem childrun.then i

tekking dem out this evening to a fair.. they love the fairs..

The maid.s words had drifted into Veronica .s dream . slleep had come

back again.. the maid noticed and hurried her work.. a quick

goodbye from the maid roused her again. its 9:33am.(( another slleep.

another sleeep ..catch my eyes as i fall deep into slee eep))..

BBRRRGNG BRGGNGG BRGNNGG A

phone . voice : this is the receptionist mam and theres someone here

to see you..would you like to speak with him?/

Veronica : o oh .. k

Duawee: I take it you are still sleeping. sorry to wake you I

can go and back in and hour.

Veronica:; no no..please come to my room.. i'll just take a shower

and be ready in 15 mins. please come up. (.y a aawn).. ooups

sorry .. ill be ready soon. ((.click.))

the door was slightly ajar when Duawee arrived. he pushed it and looked

for a chair. the sound of flowing water with steam attached was coming

from the shower door.. . the sound closed .and a voice rang out..

Veronica::; Duawee..are you there.?

Duawee: yes i am. take your time no need to hurry.. we have plenty of

time. . i just have to stop off by Marleen... drop some groceries off

and then i'm free for you baby.. ^~ baby?

baby?: he thought..why did i say that. ?~ BABY .

Veronica thought. oh yes my baby ... you.ll be.

From the shower she emerged . a.towel wrapped around her body..

(uh body shape. tuh. mek man gape..)) Duawee saw and his mind

touched ..he fellt a swift movement within him.(( be carefull dem

dogs gine get out )) he adjusted his eyes.to the ceiling. to the

floor. to the television. the television was off .so he made his own

movie..starring him and her and and .. its a love scene. she kiss. he

kiss. and then ..they kiss strong and his STRENGTH lifts her up to the

chair and then and then ... 8)..,

Veronica: i.m ready.(( his thoughts had made him missed her getting

dressed.. she did not do this as a test..there was no need for tests.

she had forgotten to take her shorts to the bathroom and he had gotten

to the room too soon. thats all.. and he was grown...he could deal

with it ..** I wish he would** The room door closed . the

car doors opened .. this would be a new day..a new discovery. she would

tallk and laugh and he would do the same .. yes! discover.

~~~~~~~~~

Marlene ran to the car shouting: GOOD AFTERNOON amurican girl yuh

had a good time last night .i sure did. i ready tuh party again

tonight.. i gine tuh another club..i don.t know if Duawee coming

deh... Duawee .. i gine to MACKYS. tonight wheh you gine.. i don.t

want to block wunna so i getting one uh me friends tuh pick me up..

i gine now and wash muh hair and get uh dress ready..we gine

parrrrtyyyy ... one juk .two juks. eva bodee juk juk juk..

Marleen was still hyper from last night.((.poor tony. ))

Duawee ;Junie this is Veronica friend of mine.. she.s here on a

visit . JUNIE; "hello nice to meet you.

yeah.Marleen already told me .. she pretty though..wheh yuh meet she.?

she like yuh?. yuh like she?. yuh bring the groceries fuh muh..

Hey Veronica.. this is a top man down here .alotta girls would want

he..he got a very good job..he.s very good looking he.s e v v a

thing dese young girls crave after...

Veronica found this quite amusing.~ everybody was warning her this

morning .but she would heed only her thoughts. her words would be

delivered at the right time.. the right time.. she was beginning to

feel a bit guilty about herself..how much her wants were taking over

her senses. making her tense . well whatever>. She said goodbye

to Marleen and Junie and a sweet little baby girl..who belonged to

Marleen.s sister ..who had gone shopping. Duawee kissed

Junie..the baby and hugged Marleen. ..he brought the car alive with the

turning of the key.its motor purring once again.

Through the country..through 166 squares miles.the car obeyed.

stopping at little intervals fot the occupants to admire the

landscapes.the beaches..men and women working iin cane-fields..boys

flying kites and girls teasing the boys .. the land was flat and

spread unevenly.. Some houses some land. .some parch land

some land some houses. some big houses some small houses

wooden.some houses wall some rich houses some chattles./.some dogs

cats some beaches some land some people smiling waving some land..

..... some rest. (picnic).

The sandwiches were soft and buttery. and the drink bubbly.

she had gotten breakfast earlier at a small restaurant before they

went to Junie.s ..so this was her second meal..(chhezzz it was hot)

all that driving had taken them 3/4 around the island.. she loved this

island..she and a few girls had gone to Jamaica ..2 years ago and that

was nice too..but nothing could compare to this..she made notes of everything..

Duawee told her a brief history of the island.. up to the 1200.s it

was occupied by south-american INDIANS.. The Caribs and arawaks...

then somehow it.s history is lost until 1625 when the English stopped

by. .in between that time the Portugese. stopped for awhile..gave it

a name LOS BARBADOS** the bearded fig tree..a lot of trees with

beards hung around the island .In 1627 the English came back to

settle to set up shop and crops.. Then the slave trade and

africans(we ancestors) are left here to work the land..to make the rich They

are also poor whites imported from Ireland to help with the land. they

cannot cope with the heat so they stayed and suffered ..called names

and left to be with the poor blacks only their skin distinquishes

them..they are poor and red and nice people ..because they know what

it is to make the rich .and how the sun shows no mercy among the cane

fields and how the lips/whips sounded --- no voice speaks for them in

their suffering/no voice to quench their thirst from being poor.. so

they sat and suffered just like the africans.. but the sun did not

worry the slaves..in africa they knew heat.and heat knew them ..so in

this battle for survival..heat/ black..it was a draw.. the heat knew

black and black knew survival.. BUSSA CRIED FREEDOM AND SOME SLAVES

HEARD AND FOUGHT AND DIED.. AND DIED WITH THE UPRISING..SOME JAILED..

The fight with ruling classescontinued and its a long toll..

shaken dreams with other heros stirred passionately amoungst the

people..the heros are Grantley Adams (the airport.as a homage))

Errol Walton Barrow((the father of our country. he won our

independence from BRITAIN in 1966. )) he died in 1987. Tom Adams,the

son of the afore-mentioned Grantley Adams,a very good politician.he

could talk . knew how to remain in your head even after he was gone...a

very good Politicians. our other leaders no longer stir the same

amount of passion as these men. they are the butt of jokes and calypso

. Heros are not made they are born.. we have the best cricketers

in the world..starting from the 1930.s with HEADLEY the son of a bajan

father..born in Panama. brought up in Jamaica and a good batsman..THE

first of a long line of greatness. This greatness runs right

through these islands from Jamaica to the Guyana shore.. (( oh

cricket is like your baseball..It takes about four days to

finish a match...its a very long game. ..the best place to watch a

cricket match is in ANTIGUA. you get the full flavour of the

caribbean..the music the food.the people..the party(( HEY CHICKKIES

DISCO. blow me song nuh man?? ))

We had the 3 W.s. Worrell //Weeks//Walcott. They defended us from

the assualt of foreigners. batting them out and about ..then he

arrived..the crease awaited his majesty..Garfield sobers..he did

everything.. he play football*(soccer)..tennis. and 3 other

games..but his love was cricket..his father dying in the 2nd world

war..at the hands of a German torpedoe . made him more determined..

he is the equivalent of your Micheal Jordan and even more..he was my

father.s favourite ..6.... 6.ss in one over smashed Malcolm Nash into

history.. 365 runs not out in Jamaica*(later to be eclipsed by de prince

Brian Lara). He is the greatest cricketer.. some records still

standing. T he heros are not made.they are born.. hero.1..the

young OBADELLE THOMPSON.the fastest..nicest person to grace this

Island.but now the jealousies are out..he will always run for this

country.his heart is in the right place. but others want to run him

from this country. .(( RUN OBA RUN

/..

RUN FUH WE / AND DE COUNTRY .

SHOW DE YOUT. YOU RUN FUH DEM

SO THEY SHOULD LOVE DEM-SELF AND BE PROUD AND NO-BODEE AINT GONNA RUN

YE.. FROM DIS COUNTRY..RUN OBA RUN FUH WE.)) hero 2. LEAH

MARTINDALE((swimmer)).the first black female from the caribbean to make

a finals in the olympics((atlanta-1996)..4th 4th and she won our

hearts.. ((YEAH LEAH ..YOU AND OBA AND DE REST UH WUNNA ATHLETES DO

IT FUH WE /WHEN YUH GRAB DE FLAG.. AND SING YUH NATIONAL ANTHEM..WE

WID WUNNA..WE SINGING..RUNNING.SWIMMING.BOXING. WID WUNNA AND DON.T

FORGET ANDREA BLACKETTE.with de sexy running style..jumping and

running..head tick-tocking and sexying up de run-way and de television

man captivated..cause yuh en winning..de race .. but yuh winning he

heart..))All the heros... all the young standing on

de corner..smoking herbs((bushman hustling)) ..stealing.. corrupting

others..no job but dress in brand name shoes..some want to de next

Micheal Jordon.. -- fuh get Sobers and Dessie Haynes and Gordon

Greenidge and Viv Richards and Brian Lara--fuh get too Lance Gibbs and

Hall and Griffiths . The 3 W.s fuh get whispering Micheal

Holding.and malcolm..Marshall - de fast bowlers who threw de bombs

in the war fuh de crown/.de crown mekking we kings of cricket..yes

de yout lost. // Now in music we have some great entertainers..that

song you love so much.. Come up to me bamsie boy and

aye aye aye..thats

sung by our Allison Hinds.. then there.s Edwin Yearwood. he.s

done some of the best music coming out of the caribbean..and i know you

like to see wuk-up..so later i going to take you to see one of the

masters.. Lil Rick.. he.s got 36 different types of wuk-ups.. de sugar

jar full.. he.s one of the best. A lot of talent here.. A lot of

heros here. BUT before the Allisons and the Edwins and the Lil

Ricks,there was one person who dominated our music scene.

his stage name was Jackie Opel .his real name was Dalton Bishop

**(manface)**,a genious if there ever was one. He died on

march 8/9th 1970 in a car accident not far from here. a girl in the car

survived and he died.We had a show where Percy Sledge came TO Sing and

left in awe. When Jackie hit the stage it was over..the splits. the

jumping & bouncing off the walls..de waddle-dance.James Brown would

have cried that night.I was 3 years at the time..my father and uncles

told me all this. he died over 25 years ago and he s forgotten today.

all the talk about bringing back his memory..just talk..nobody cared

about the man. My father and some friends in England gave me some of his

music. the music he made in Jamaica..he was way ahead of his

time..there are songs called PICTURES OF SMOKE. (POIGNANT FOR THE TIMES

1965)). Sometimes i wonder.. Old Rocking Chair.. The Vow with Dorren

Shaffer and the Skattalites *Shelter from the Storm* (my favourite

song). Theres a song out there called COCKMOUTH with a young

BOB MARLEY.this song is a collectors item..only one known copy

somewhere in chicago.. copy selling for 1500.00 $$. whew. serious

money for a song.

++(JACKIE. the music died with you, but the tape.s still running, still

running>)

DUAWEE:: So there it is. my island.there's so much more i could

tell you. the good and the bad... as with all the islands. drugs

drugs everywhere. drugs running rampant through the islands...through

the veins of our children..through the backdoor with policemen watching

the watchman unloading the stuff.on the shore..then repeats to

himself***i.m not sure**.They are killing my country.the youth smell

money and their anger swell. swell to hate themselves.so they kill

kill kill.. kill .

kill their brothers __a storm uh brewing...hurri-CANE .ABEL is

praying__ Aand

the sisters selling their bodies to the lowest bidders and the children

starving in this land ..land of coconuts /sugar-cane, fruits. all kind

of mangoes..sweet apples.. all kinds.. and the children hungry and

their sleeping takes them and devour them.and they feel sick,but the

school system doesn.t change them..only a few with books in head..stay

along the course.. and the belly of the country grumbles and man turn

rasta and he rebel and he vexxx..real vexx..so the gun comes as a friend

and his only friend from school days becomes his enemy..**his friend's

car was brought with babylon money **. so he robbed him whilst he was

out working..broke into his home.. took the television and the stereo

and some jewelry.. took his wife.s pictures .violated his

security..took all his pride and sold it for $160.00.for what---

crack(!) YOU met with a Paro today..she smells like rotting flesh

..she doesn.t give a darn..her life busy from water-in and death is

waiting..AIDS in her blood...trapping everyman and innocent

wife/girlfriend/children. HER blood is contaminated,but still they

drink from her..a nasty girl with less respect than a dog..wagging her

tail to catch a man with grantleys)((money)) in hand.. and the man.s

mind warp and out-of-sort..and he too smells and the smell corrupts the

air and the home and the children..the politicians labelled it a shame

while wearing sun-glasses in the dark..and the money.s washed from

spanish names to bajan names and on your name a BULLET and only the

calypso stay aware and..and the voice in your head speaks**oh lord i.m

so tired..day after day** the days pass and nights are lonely. For the

old people are now afraid so they die faster now.. they don.t welcome

old-old age..no.86.no.90 no ..100 anymore..they die before their heart

breaks..for their island has lost its heart and it is dying/ dying with

them .So the old die fast..because the hope is lost with the youth

/the youths are dying because of NO HOPE. so the drugs stay deep.

and mothers play boo-peep

losing sheep . lord

lord,send an answer fuh we .

DUAWEE;.s voice is strained and his face rigid..serious. the words

blew him up..his eyes staring into evening. "I'm finish.before i get a

headache." Reading his eyes VERONICA seach for answers . her dream

world was now being shattered .in him laid questions without

answers..she felt drained at the end .so much informatiion for her

head.The sun was setting.they stayed on the beach for so long..they

nearly miss the sunset. Duawee jumped up and ran to the car. he came

back with video camera in hand.He positioned Veronica so that the

sunset would become a back-drop. she was small in the camera.. small

to the clouds behind her..she posed and joked and Duawee laughed and

became a SPIKE LEE for a moment pretending he was the famous director

trying to capture the essence of the evening...Veronica next handled the

camera.she captured Duawee best postures..his smile and his body.. she

laughed when he fell from one of his sudden movements..he returned the

laugh to her and seriousness set in there and then..there in the

beautiful afternoon. a love was growing..just like this morning with the

sunrise/couple.. a love grew right there.. Duawee ran up to

her..capturing her falling in love..their lips touched.a real touch and

waves crashed against the rocks ..celebrating the love..the

discovery..the heart days.. and the lips were moist and they felt each

other..kissing hard and the breath grew and grew and relaxed and grew

and grew and the eyes opened and its real love and they feel each other

moved..in the still air.. the waves jumping up and looking and salt

spray blessing them and they wanting.. and the eagerness making them

kiss again.. their kisses were driving them to a frenzy..they so much

wanted to..in the grass.. on the beach.. they wanted the disovery.A

longing to ending and the ending to drain their strength.. They both

pulled away when two little boys, with a small goat, saw them and

started to giggle ONE SMALL

BOY.;:"you> you, leff she lone..she got a man".. They ran away

before the words reached the couple.s ears. the goat crying in tow,

BAA-ing the boys to slow down. the boys were soon out of sight. They

both felt guilty and ashamed(the apples in the garden caused you to

sin,don't touch. Take any fruit from this garden but not the

apples.))..they quickly gathered their belongings rushing without words

..LOVE had taken over..they would be no more words..the action would

begin. THE CAR,open door.the wet of

the evening dew on her, he pushing his way in..the seat relaxed and

soft.. his heart beating faster and more kisses came and went and

hands exploring ..discovering and they kissed and kissed. and it was

too much to bear.. HIS hands were wet with anxiety..hers wet with

excitement. so they locked and rocked ... *8*

KK. CLLS SHSS

A VOICE:open the door.. Open the door...(another interruption) .



to be continued ............

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