I remember my first time. I was sweet 16 and it was at the prom. I was serving punch, and around 10:00 we ran out of ginger ale, and I went on over to the janitors closet. Lucky for me, Darnell the custodian was in there. Gosh, he was big as a mountain and black as coal. I don't care what people said, he didn't seem retarded to me. Ahhh! It was all over in a couple of seconds, but I don't care. He was my first love. Until,until,he, he set himself on fire, and they had to bring him back to the "home". My cousin accused me of stealing her baby.I just wanted to hold it for a few days. In Mexico. Rename it you know, cut & dye its hair. Tattoo things on its little pretty little toes. It was just all a terrible mistake.