Oh to be the lucky hands that cup those strong globules of ass flesh. Katya knows what she's got and places great demands upon her bounty. Hence, the man that casts his fate with her must realize that it's not just a matter of handing Katya the keys to the Lear jet. There's way more to it than that. And failure is not an option. Which her man discovered when she threw a bull goose tantrum during their latest tiff. It was over something very stupid, but Katya tends to raise those kinds of issues. Thinking that a few hours to herself and all would be forgiven, Katya's man came home. Except he came home to another man --a dusky-hued man-- who was helping himself to Katya's goods. The hands of a black man were stuck on those globules of flesh, but in order to get them back into his own stable, Katya's fella had to do the unthinkable. Even Jean-Paul Sartre couldn't begin to convey the existentialism he felt upon tasting the black man's pride.