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September 1975, Mile-High City

Book of Daniel had a big decision to get to. And he had to make it soon.

He was sitting in a talk hall, lost in a daydream while waiting for the professor to arrive so class could begin. Daniel was beginning his soph year as an engineering major, and the capitulation semester was only three days old. His quandary, and the big decision that was weighing on his judgement, was whether he should have come back to college at all.

It had always been drummed into Daniel's drumhead that he would go to college, study engineering, get his point, and then he'd have it made. His parents reinforced this thought throughout his young life. This was a sentence when engineers were in high need and fine-tune senior, even the mediocre ace, had job pass mid-way through their senior long time and would move into into well-paying position right out of school. No beating the horseshoe leather trying to find a decent job for an engine driver, not in those days.

It all had sounded good to Book of the Prophet Daniel. Until he actually had to study that hoot. It was difficult material, stuff that he was not particularly interested in, and hooey that he now suspected for which his mind wasn't properly equipped. And he hadn't even gotten into the real engineering trend yet, he'd only had a few introductory and prerequisite courses. He was more of a right-brain sort of guy. He'd rather be playing his guitar.

His Father was a big steering wheel in the oil business enterprise, and had always pushed Daniel in that commission. Dad had painted a rosy word-painting of a future that Daniel was now thinking he wouldn't deficiency. Dad had also helped him get a summer job that he had just left a few days earlier to go back to school. That was another parting of the trouble.

"Is this seat taken, sir ?"

Daniel stirred from his reverie and looked up. It was Chris, also now a soph. They had studied and partied together as freshmen.

"Chris, how the inferno are ya ?"Daniel said, as Chris took the rump next to him."How was your summer ?"

"okeh, man. Worked a lot. Drank a lot. Fucked a lot ; my old girlfriend. Now back to the mill. How about you ?"

"Oh, I worked a lot, too. Didn't drink much, didn't fuck at all."

This surprised Chris. Daniel was a marvelous, slim, handsome, broad-shouldered guy, with foresighted John Brown haircloth and sky-blue eyes, and usually popular with ladies on campus.

"Really ? You have my condolences."They laughed.

"Nah, just not much opportunity, I guess. I worked a ton of hours and got paid a lot of money. In fact, I'm wondering why I even came back to school. I'm thought process I shouldn't have."

"What ? You got ta be kidding !"

"No kidding. I'm serious, Chris. I'm not cut out for this. I got mostly C's and a few B's net year, and I had to bust my ass to do that, and that was just the basic stuff. It doesn't interest me and it's not getting any easy. This summertime, I made XII hundred dollars a workweek, saved a small fortune. In AK, working on the pipeline. That's more than twice what I'd make as an applied scientist, if I got a good job, which I would detest. And the foreman didn't want me to go, said to call him anytime, he would hire me back at those wage, and it could final stage another two years. I could rack up a lotta dough."

"shit, Danny Boy, that's good money. But what about your education ? College… ?"

"I don't think this university is going anywhere. I could always come back later…"

Feedback squealed from the speakers mounted on the walls. A teaching assistant was adjusting the mike and PA system. He went on to enter himself, as well as a couple other TA's, and discussed the course requirements. Finally he introduced the professor, Dr. nothingness, and the talk began.

Daniel wasn't listening. His thinker was preoccupied with early affair. After about 20 min he got up, said bye to Chris, and walked out.

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Daniel called his honcho and after a few endeavour, got him on the line. The gaffer told him to get his tooshie to Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and check in at the party office there ; he'd arrange transportation for him back to the web site in the northern part of the state. He was already in with the union, so it would be treated as if he took a few days off. He told his father his design and was surprised when the old man wasn't pissed-off like he thought he'd be. Make the big money while you can, he said, you can always go back to school.

He sold his car for cash to a dealer and bought a carpenter's plane ticket. Over the summer, he'd put the car in repositing because he would require it when he went back to shoal. But now he wouldn't be needing it again anytime soon. He got into Douglas Fairbanks Jr. two daylight later, in the morning time. By evening he was back in the twist camp in the same movable housing unit he'd lived in before. He went back to work the next morning.

Winter comes fast and hard in magnetic north Alaska. It was only mid-September but already frigidness and wordy. Soon the atmospheric condition turned bitter they were wearing galosh clothing and woolen masquerade twelve time of day a day.

The job might have paid well, but the body of work was hard, the sidereal day were recollective, and there wasn't much to do otherwise. Life took on a sure monotony, day in, day out. Many of the proletarian would head into towns on Sat nights to salute and raise nether region, but Daniel only did that once. He didn't find it to be much fun riding in an unwarmed van over a gravel road for an time of day or Thomas More in sub-zero temperatures to get to some frontier townspeople that was not much More than a block-long primary street with three bars, a gas station, a securities industry, cosmopolitan computer storage, bank, diner and a western sandwich Auto.

Book of Daniel was a music lover. He hadn't come to work with much luggage, but he did have his music : His guitar, lots of tape, phone and his portable AM/FM cassette player. He fell into a routine of coming in at Night, exhausted, would shower and then settle into his electric chair or his bunk with his music. He'd put on the headphone, hear to his tapes and blindly play along. He'd played in bands all through high school, sixties and seventies rock, but what he loved nigh was more traditional blues.

beingness in the midsection of nowhere, radio response for the virtually part was nonexistent, and what stations he could find on his piffling liquidator tended to be semi-scrambled local stations from East-Outer-Bumfuck Alaska or Western Canada. But at Nox, there was one AM place that came in loud and exculpate. It was a blues station out of Chicago.

The eve disc jockey called himself Bernie Blue, and Daniel loved his show. He was on the air in Chicago five Nox a week from seven p.m. until midnight, and played blue sky from all eras and areas, and would educate his attender as he recapped the playlists, recounted the creative person and backing musician and told anecdotes about them. It was obvious that Bernie loved what he was doing. The mania dripped from the speakers as he spoke. Last Frontier clock time was three hours behind the Central Time Zone, so he left the air at nine. After workplace, this gave Daniel maybe two hours each night to mind, play along and learn. He started recording the shows so he could listen to them again and again.

There were a pair guy cable who would make endure into various towns as the inner circle slowly worked their way south, and would take orders from the unlike workers for products and bring them back to them at inner circle. For a courteous profit, of course. Most people ordered strong drink, beer, food item or personal intersection. Book of Daniel got typeface of blank shell cassettes from the Radio hovel or Sears or wherever.

hebdomad after week, Book of Daniel worked ten-to-twelve hour day, laboring with the music in his question, looking forward to the evening time when he could listen to Bernie Amytal on the tuner from grand of mi away and play along with the lord. He recorded the appearance direct onto sixty-minute tapes, and filled up at to the lowest degree two a night. He cataloged and labeled everything so he could find a sure tune or artist easily. He hated when a tape would run out in the eye of a cool tune or during one of Bernie's discourses.

Sometimes Bernie would accept theme appearance : Michigan blue devils, Delta blue angel, Memphis, Texas, Zydeco. Or vapours guitar, or piano, or automobile horn, or certain artists, and explain it with historical perspective and tie it all together for the listener. For Book of Daniel, every show was like going to class, getting an Education he could never get in college. Gradually, Daniel realized a pair things. He realized that he was becoming very intimate about the music, and very adept at playing it in all its styles. More importantly, he realized what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to do what Bernie Blue was doing.

Daniel wrote Bernie a letter. He told him how much he dug his show, how much he was learning from him, and how instigate he was to do the same matter in his own life. He described his situation, working in the middle of nowhere in the wild tundra of Alaska, freezing XII hours a day, and what a treat is was to hail in at dark and listen to his show. He made some asking, and asked him to play them in the last two hours of his show if he could, because that's all he was able to hear near night because of his work docket and the time remainder. He thanked him and said he'd be listening.

A mates calendar week later, at about eight-thirty on a Thursday Nox, Book of the Prophet Daniel was seated at his diminutive desk listening to the radio, as usual. Outside it was XX degrees below null, and the gusting malarky were rocking the business firm and making the chill factor another twenty degrees below that. He had just put a blank cassette into his recorder, and coming out of a commercial-grade geological fault, he got pilomotor reflex when he heard Bernie's voice.

"This next set goes out to an devouring listener of the computer program,"said Bernie Blue's lush baritone vocalism."A listener who's way out on the edge. His name is Daniel, and he gets our signal way up in AK, out on the last frontier, freezing his cigarette off, working on the oil line that hopefully someday soon will mean sleazy gas for all of us, and no more waiting for minute in gas lines. Thanks for listening, Book of the Prophet Daniel, and thanks for taking clock time to write in. And if you have any early requests, be sure to let me know."Then the music kicked in. Bernie played all of his request back-to-back. It took until the end of the display and Book of the Prophet Daniel got it all on magnetic tape. Daniel wrote another brusk letter thanking him, and put it in the ring armor the next day.

Daniel was very surprised when he received an envelope in the ring mail from the radio post. It was a short preeminence from Bernie that told him to be indisputable to be listening a week from Fri Nox during the last half-hour of the show. He would be playing some tunes that, judging by his earlier petition, would knock his socks off. Daniel was listening that Friday, and Bernie was right, and their long-distance bond was beginning to set.

Thus began a symmetricalness between them that continued for fifteen months, during which Book of the Prophet Daniel had exactly one week off. In those twenty-four hour period, long length calling was very expensive and not always feasible or reliable, especially out in the outback of Alaska. So they became pen pals. Book of Daniel liked having striking with anyone from out in the real world, especially someone who was taking the metre and stake to serve as his faraway wise man. And Bernie liked having a listener who truly appreciated his study and was just as passionate about the music as he was.

Finally the time came when Book of Daniel knew he had to get out. It was the dead of wintertime, and the project still had some months to go, but he couldn't take it anymore. He was tired all the prison term, and frozen well-nigh of the prison term, and sick of breaking wind chill broker of -50 degrees. A few times his balls got so cold he thought they were frostbitten and they burned for hours as they thawed out. He gave his notice. Bernie had told him more than once that when he came back to the Lower 48, to look him up if he ever was in Chicago. He planned to do just that. The concluding thing he did before he boarded his escape in Anchorage was deteriorate a letter in the mail to let Bernie Blue know he would be taking him up on his offer.

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Book of the Prophet Daniel was ready for some time off. He'd banked over $ 80,000, so he could yield it. He flew home to pass a few days with his family and catch up with some Quaker, including a girl he'd known back in senior high school. Her name was Suzy and he bumped into her at a local bar. They were both lonely and horny and went home to her place and fucked that first night, and for a few Nox after that. There had been female workers on the line, and he'd laid a few of them, but they all were older

and there wasn't much of a connective. One gal, Wanda, had been a unshakable thing for a while. She was a weedy blonde from Texas, mid-thirties, divorced, and they hooked up once or twice every weekend for almost six calendar month. She was the type to choose controller and present directions, do this here, do that there, suck on this, vex your lingua here, and she was a moaner, and she came like a flack hose. She loved to have it away and suck and he learned a lot even if he did pluck up a few hickeys along the way. But they were contraption ass. That's what Suzy was to him, and vice versa.

He bought a new Volkswagen Westfalia. He thought that made sensory faculty because it was big enough to haul around all of his requirement, primarily wearing apparel, Book, medicine equipment and hundreds of tapeline, plus he would never be homeless. He could live in it if he had to.

"But what about college ?"the old man said.

"Later."

He packed up the van, said auf wiedersehen to Mom and Dad, and headed for Chicago.

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Daniel arrived in Chicago on a Tuesday good afternoon and got a hotel way. offset thing he did was take a shower, as he was pretty grungy after three twenty-four hour period and night in his van. He ordered some dinner. He set up his recorder and tuned in to the station. Bernie came on the air at seven and Book of the Prophet Daniel called him shortly thereafter. It rang for a while before Bernie answered.

Bernie was delighted to hear from him. He put him on clutches for a import while he put a retentive tune on the turntable so they would give a few hour to chat. Daniel didn't know exactly how to go because, even though Bernie had extended the invitation, he was shy how lots metre he would be willing to give to him.

"How long are you in Town ?"Bernie finally asked.

"No docket, I'm flexible,"Daniel said."I came here for one reasonableness, to meet you. I'm looking forward to it. Whatever works for you will work for me."

"How about tomorrow night ?"

"That would be great."That's what he'd hoped Bernie would say.

"Okay, let's do it. Come to the place at six-thirty. That will give me prison term to prepare for my show, and I'll show you around before we go on the air. How's that sound ?"

"That sounds great, Bernie. Thank you so much for taking the time."He liked the way he'd said ‘ we ’.

Bernie said it was no problem and he was looking forward to it. He gave him directions to the station and told him to ring the bell and reserve it down for a few seconds, and be affected role, the staff leaves at five and the door will be locked.

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The next evening Book of the Prophet Daniel rang the doorbell at six-thirty abrupt. A match minutes later the door was opened by a large man, perhaps six-four, with broad shoulders, huge arms, Negroid peel and an Afro the size of it of a basketball.

"Book of the Prophet Daniel ?"

"Yes. Bernie Blue ?"

"In the flesh,"Bernie said, and stuck out his in good order hand, which was like a catcher's manus. They shook hands."Come on in."

The room access latched behind them and Daniel followed him through a suite of offices and down a hall to where the studios were located. Bernie gave him a quick tour of the facilities, and showed him all the music he'd pulled for the appearance. Soon it was clip to go into the air studio. The drive-time supporter had just wrapped up his shift and it was showtime for Bernie Blue.

Book of Daniel had so many questions and didn't know where to start. Bernie was smooth and it helped him to relax. Daniel marveled at how he made it take care so easy, moving from line to tune, the knowledge oozing out of him, playing commercials, and the way he'd remark about an adman every now and then, making you want to run down there right wing away and spend some money. No phoniness at all, everlasting sincerity, someone you would trust.

The five hour flew by so profligate. Book of the Prophet Daniel couldn't ask all the doubtfulness he wanted to because Bernie was asking him query about his life : College, his family, Alaska, the pipeline. At midnight Bernie signed off. Daniel didn't want it to end.

"Bernie, can I buy you a coffee or a beer or something ?"

"Something sounds good,"he said.

Bernie led him to a bar down the street and around the corner. It was a small, locality place with a jukebox and a TV on with the audio off. They took seats at the bar. Daniel ordered a feeding bottle of beer, Bernie a Scotch whiskey and soda water. The drinks came and Bernie proposed a toast.

"To your future in broadcasting,"he said, and they drank."So, you really think you want to get into this weirdo line ?"

"Yes, I do,"Daniel said."My begetter is an railroad engineer and he's been pushing me in that management my whole life. But that's not for me. I had a year of it in college and hated it. I love music, I play guitar and pianoforte. I worked the pipeline because the money was good. But I can't tell you how desolate and lonely it was, especially in the winter. Damn it was insensate. Thank God I found your display on the radio. I listened every night, and you are so knowledgeable and passionate, I could hear it in your part. I soon realized it is what I want to do with my life."

"fountainhead, this business is operose on soul starting out. No experience, you'll need to start out in a little mart, and it won't pay much. Ya need an understanding fair sex because it's a lot of 60 minutes, sometimes there's groupies and you're always picking up and moving somewhere else for a intimately gig in a bigger food market. Tough on wedding, for sure."

"Are you married, Bernie ?"

"Was. fountainhead, still am technically, but we been apart for over two long time now. Great noblewoman, I still love her, but a lot younger. She was a tiger in bed, though, let me yell ya. It was my fault really. I took her for granted, she strayed and had an thing. I got pissed, said some thing I shouldn't have and we split up. When I got my next job, I moved on and she stayed behind."

"That's sad."

"Yeah."He paused for a endorse, took a drink."I still think about her."

"Do you still tattle to her ?"

"Not for a long patch now. She's not coming here and I'm not going back. I miss her, but it's old news. One of these years one of us will want to remarry and will register for divorce, I guess. Anyway, enough of that. First thing you should do is get a license."

"license ? I need a license ?"

"Yeah, FCC requirement. It's a piece of cake, analyse the book for a day or two, multiple-choice mental testing. But you should get that, save you getting it later. The federal bureau is three blocks from here, do that while you're in Town. You don't have a tape measure because you have no experience, so the respectable thing would be to identify where you want to work…"

"Anywhere but Alaska !"Daniel said, with a laugh.

"I hear that. But, I mean the stations that might rent you. Blues is not a mainstream format, as I'm trusted you know. Chicago, and the post where I work, are exception. You'll have to knock on doorway, be relentless, and convincing and enthusiastic and charming. And it could require a while, you'll have to be affected role and have a thick cutis, get used to rejection."

"What the nether region, I should be prepared. Girls have been blowing me off my whole life."

Bernie laughed in his rich, fond baritone. They ordered another round, and then another. For two hours they talked, about the music and the artist and the business concern, until closing time.

"Tell you what,"Bernie said, draining his drink."consecrate me a call in a couple days. I have an idea, a place I used to work. The GM is a secure man, I'll give him a telephone call, see what he's up to. He helped me along, that's for certain. It's a small market back east, but it's only about 30 miles outside of D.C., and has a pretty strong signal, the tugboat is up on a mountain."

"Oh wow, you'll do that for me ?"

"I'll make the call, no guaranty. Call me the day after tomorrow. And get that license."

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Book of Daniel went to the federal testing office the side by side morning. He told the lady behind the comeback the reason he was there and she handed him a pamphlet and a sheet of paper with guidepost and relevant info. The brochure was a thin digest and glancing through it, looked like it contained pretty basic material. The woman told him they allowed an hr for the test, and they closed at four-thirty in the afternoon Monday through Friday, so exhibit up before three-thirty. His plan was to study all day Thursday and Friday morn, and take the test Fri afternoon. He asked directions to a library, and was directed to the arm a few blocks away.

He studied all day and memorized all the key elements, band widths and absolute frequency and ordinance and historical facts. He tested himself with the sample distribution head in the back of the booklet. He took the tryout Friday afternoon at two and was told he passed. The license would be mailed to his parents'house, still his savoir-faire of record.

At six-thirty he called the station and after the telephone set was finally answered and he waited ten min on detention, Bernie finally came on the line.

"trade good news program, I hope,"Bernie said."I talked to my man, and he said to beam you down. Said if you're bequeath to go that far, he'll talk to you."

"Oh, that's expectant Bernie, thank you so much."

"It's a inglorious station in Virginia, but not too far from District of Columbia, and has a stiff sign. Plays soul and R & B, and Gospel and religion on Sunday. Reggie, he's the General Manager, he digs the blue devils and he used to let me do a bluing display. He's toying with the idea of going 24 hours, they sign-off at midnight now, so they may need somebody for overnights. Now, you got a pen ? Write this down."

Bernie gave him all of the apt information : The Call letters, destination, names, numbers.

"I didn't recognize your schedule so I told him you'd be there in a week-to-ten-days."

"Damn, Bernie. Thank you. How can I ever return you ?"

"Ah, don't worry about it. Someday a Loretta Young auditor will contact you the same way you did me. Help them out and we'll call it even. Look, I got ta go, I'm on the air in six minutes. Good fortune and go along in touch."

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It took a month and a one-half, but Daniel was hired. He sent Bernie a thank-you note.

He met with Reggie, and they hit it off immediately. Reggie was a huge sinister man with a big round face and a smile that could illumine up a way. The interview went well, but he was told it was a family-owned business, and decisiveness were made carefully, and slowly. Reggie liked the blues and thought a blueness display would make a prissy increase to their programming. Book of the Prophet Daniel called every other day for weeks, feeling like he was bugging the turd out of the man, before Reggie told him the plan.

The post was going to start staying on the air two dozen hours around the clock from Fri through Mon. In other words, they would be adding a midnight-to-6 a.m. shift Friday, Saturday and Sunday night, and that would be his vapors show. It wouldn't pay much, and he'd hold to deal enough ads to more than than cover his salary, and in addition he'd be paid commission on his gross sales. Daniel trained with the different deejays for a couple weeks as he prepared, practiced in the production studio when it was afford, and the station promoted the new show and hours constantly on the air and ordered new music. The record program library was well-stocked, but not with new stuff. He also tagged along on some sales calls to learn the pitch.

Everyone who worked at the post was Shirley Temple, except the part-time engineer, the cleansing woman, and now Daniel. But everyone was well-disposed and seemed willing to accept him. Reggie set the flavour and it trickled down. to the highest degree the great unwashed he didn't see much because they worked unlike transmutation or were out of the function much of the metre, but one person he saw a lot of was Norma, the receptionist/secretary. Norma was a cute, thin dark-skinned girl with an Afro, nineteen or twenty years old. She'd gone to secretarial school and wasn't a dandy typist, so she kept the correction tape handy, but she was witty, had a good sense of humor and was sweet as a chocolate pie.

One morning Daniel was in the figurehead situation going over routine with the sales manager when the door opened and a woman entered and had a brief conversation with Norma. He hadn't noticed her because he and the manager were busily occupied, but later he got an odd warning from Norma.

"Daniel,"Norma said,"Did you see that char that come in here a while ago ?"

"No, who was it ?"

"It was my aunt Dixie. She was asking about you."

"Asking about me ? Why ?"

"She likes bloodless boys."

"She likes white male child ?"

"Yup. And she was checking you out and she likes what she sees. Are you coming to the distant adjacent weekend ?"

She was referring to a live broadcast the future Saturday afternoon at one of their biggest advertiser, a car dealer. He was expected to be there to observe and learn.

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"She'll be there too. Were you ever a Boy Scout ?"

"No, why ?"

"Just be prepared."

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The first weekend on the air was a short shaky as Book of the Prophet Daniel became well-off and got over his nervousness, but he soon adjusted and took pridefulness in planning his shows. He'd been told the audience would be small at first, but the place kept promoting it heavily throughout the week, and he passed out cards and handbill when he was out and about trying to deal radio ads.

On his second shift, at about 2:35 a.m. Sunday morning the phone light started flashing. So, soul was out there listening. He had just put on a six-minute buddy Guy runway so he picked up.

"Play ‘ Three O'clock megrims ’. Could you do that for me ?"It was a breathy, sexy female articulation, almost a whisper.

"Probably. Whose translation ?"he asked.

"It doesn't matter. I'll be listening. In bed. By myself."

He played the pilot by Lowell Fulson right wing at three o'clock after he did the station designation."This next tune is a request,"he said into the microphone."It goes out to the lady with the aphrodisiacal voice. Three O'clock Blues."

The next nighttime he had a vociferation in the first hour, some guy asking the epithet of a birdcall he'd just played. Book of the Prophet Daniel felt honest. Maybe his show was already catching on. Then she called again, the same sultry voice with the same postulation.

"fun ‘ threesome O'clock Blues'for me."

"You must really like that birdsong,"he said.

"I do,"she breathed."I get off on it."

He played B. B. King this meter. He made a mental note to spend some time in the music program library and find early cover version of the song.

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Daniel got the thumbs-up from management. Reggie had tuned in for the first hour a distich nights and although it was a little rough around the edge, there were no gaucherie. Not a bad start. The station kept promoting it. Daniel even closed his first sale the next week, a record memory board. He had decided to target businesses finisher to the city rather in their backyard where the others had knocked on pretty much every door.

The next Saturday afternoon Book of Daniel helped load the equipment into the companionship van to go to the car dealership and set up for the distant broadcast. It was an overcast, drippy day, so there wasn't as a lot traffic on the lot at they'd hoped. A few of the station employees stopped by, including Norma, who had an attractive calamitous fair sex with her. He watched them as they said Hi to a few the great unwashed before they meandered his way.

"Hi Book of the Prophet Daniel,"Norma said."How you doin'today ?"

"Fine. Just taking it all in and learning. How about you ?"

"Good. Daniel, this is my aunt Confederate States of America. Confederate States of America, meet Book of the Prophet Daniel. He's our new belatedly Night jock on the weekends."

This is her aunt ? Book of the Prophet Daniel was amazed and impressed. Not what he'd envisioned, not by a longsighted crack. She looked to be only a few years older, and although he'd never actually dated a total darkness girlfriend before, he thought Dixie was an ebony goddess. She was thin, toned and hot, perhaps five-six, with suave nighttime skin a tone or two wanton than Norma's. Her long black fuzz was straight, and pulled back, accentuating her sheeny, taut face. She had a collection of bauble on both radiocarpal joint, and was dressed in a flowery sleeveless top and soused, white blue jean. She wore it with a casual authority that made him search, but didn't try too hard.

He stuck out his hand. They shook, nice to gather you, all that malarky. Over the following hr the three of them talked. Norma, the go-between, came and went, giving space so her aunty and Book of the Prophet Daniel could talk, which they, after the initial uneasiness, had found easy to do. For example, Daniel mentioned to Dixie that she looked much too young to be Norma's aunt, and found out that her much-older comrade was Norma's father, and he had become so at eighteen. She was only xxvii. She said she'd been married for a while but it hadn't worked out, no child. He told her all about his brief college career and prison term on the pipeline.

"What kind of oeuvre do you do ?"Daniel asked her.

"I'm a genuine Go-getter."

"Really ? What does that signify ?"

"I work at the hospital. If the doctors or nanny need something, I go get it,"she said.

Daniel laughed."An orderly ?"

"Exactly. I get orders and I follow them."

When the remote was over, Daniel, Dixie and Norma went to a nearby watering hole for boozing. Daniel had two beers before switching to Coke because he had to go to work that nighttime, and spent the whole time talking to Confederate States. He found himself more and more pull to her as they conversed. He'd expected Norma's auntie to be a motherly, frumpy, forty-something, not the slim total darkness fox sitting across from him. As their get-together broke up, Daniel asked Dixie for her phone number and she handed him a slip of paper. She'd already written it down for him.

Daniel went home for a nap. He'd rented a elbow room he'd found in the assort ads of the local anaesthetic weekly paper. It was a small room in a small menage. The proprietor of the sign, his new roommate, was an old guy named Phil. Phil's wife had left him and he was going through a divorce, and had rented out the room because he needed the extra money. Because of their schedules they didn't see much of each other. The house had a telephone, Daniel knew that because the number had been in the ad. He'd have to find the phone and present Dixie a call.

Daniel went on the air at midnight, and had just signed on and kicked off his first base set when there was a telephone set call. It was a drunk-sounding guy with a request, said they were listening down at some lounge. A few hour later another guy called with another request ; he sounded coherent but the desktop noise was the Saame as the first call.

There was another claim, but he didn't selection up because the set was about to end. He opened the mic, ran down the cuts he had played, and then did a commercial message faulting. He had just kicked off the next set when the phone started blinking. He took the call. It was her again. That breathy, seductive voice.

"‘ Three O'clock amobarbital sodium ’,"she murmured."testament you play that for me ?"

"You know I will."

"When ?"

"Give me a half-hour."

"Thank you, I'll be make. take on a long interlingual rendition, if you have one. I'm going to masturbate."

suction stop. She was gone. Book of the Prophet Daniel felt a prickling between his legs.

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He called Dixie the next good afternoon. He reached her and they talked for forty-five minutes before somebody picked up on an extension, said ‘ Oh ’, and hung up.

"That's my mama,"Dixieland said."I live out back in the go-cart family, but it's the firm phone, I have an extension."

They made a lunch date for Tuesday and got off the line.

Their schedule would make things interesting. Confederate States alternated transmutation from Clarence Day to even, and worked every former weekend. Daniel worked nights on the weekends and scattered daytime hours during the hebdomad. A challenge, he thought, but who knows, maybe a blessing, too.

Daniel couldn't believe how enthused he was about having lunch with her. They'd talked so fluidly, opened up so much. She was so acuate and so natural. The more he thought about her, the more pull in he became. But doubts crept in.

They were so unlike. His begetter was an engineer, his female parent a instructor, upper middle class city tribe. Her cash in one's chips father had been a trackman for the railway line and her mother a manufacturing plant worker, rural working social class. And there was the color matter.

He'd played sport and music with blacken guy wire, and had appreciated their prowess and bonded with them as teammate. He respected them ; in his experience they were usually the better instrumentalist. But he had no experience with black women.

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dejeuner was majuscule. They went to a barbecue junction, had pulled pork barrel and sliced chicken slathered with sauce, fried murphy, pickles and moth-eaten beer. They listened to the jukebox and talked a disconsolate run. South had a little bombination when Daniel dropped her off.

A yoke dark later they had dinner at a restaurant with a Nice view of the mountains. It was a steak and lobster joint, and that's what they had. They caught a few gawkers, as interracial couple were still a rarity in that neck of the woods, but they had fun, more lively conversation, and even held custody at times. After the meal the waitress asked if they would like coffee berry, and Dixie nodded. Then Daniel said, ‘ Yes, we would, give thanks you. And I take mine pitch blackness, like my woman ’. The waitress got a panicky look on her font and scooted away to get the pot, while they grinned at each other and Dixie slapped his wrist and called him a naughty boy. When they kissed goodnight, it got a little hot and lowering, and their hands wandered over their trunk a bit. Book of the Prophet Daniel's hammer was hard when Dixie's fingertips brushed it. He didn't want to rush things, but he knew he had to figure out how to get this mahogany tease in the sack.

Their third date is when they bonded on a new, more comfortable level. They were relaxed together and enjoyed each early, they knew that already, so Confederacy asked Daniel to go to a drive-in moving picture with her. She picked him up in her car, stocked with bite and a ice chest in the backseat filled with canned beers on ice. She drove them to the dramatics and they pulled into a great spot in the endorsement row off to the English. They started drinking beer.

They sat through a twin toon, then a few prevue, and a farseeing commercial for the collation bar with juggling popcorn and dancing hot dogs. Then it was time for the feature : ‘ Abar, The commencement Black window pane ’. The flick was low-budget and corny as hell and they laughed uproariously and imbibe beer through much of the movie before they started making out. They kissed at first but quickly intensified. Daniel unbuttoned her shirt and felt her house breasts for the number 1 time. Confederate States rubbed his dick for the low clip too, and fingered its goodly hardness. She felt his bridge player between her branch, fumbling for the zipper on her jeans. She was wet down there, but she wasn't ready yet. She pushed his mitt away.

"Let's stop,"she said, buttoning up.

"What's the topic ? Did I do something wrong ?"he asked.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong."She unhooked the verbaliser from the car window and replaced it on the Pole. She turned to front him and added,"Look, Daniel. I want you too, I really do. But I don't desire our first time to be in a Buick."

He laughed, then she laughed. He started to apologize but she shushed him.

"Kiss me,"she said.

They kissed a retentive one, soft and voiceless at the same time, with aroused genitals and their tongues dancing in the dark. Then Dixieland turned the key and after a few tries the car railway locomotive came to life.

They didn't say much as she drove them household. They shared another prolonged kiss when she dropped him off, but she didn't come inside.

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By this time, everyone at the station knew Daniel and South were seeing each other, Norma made sure of that. Book of the Prophet Daniel heard his share of wisecracks from her and others, but Norma was relentless, teasing him all the time, but all in good fun. Daniel likes the dark heart. Hey, Soul Brother. Danny's living on the dark-skinned end of the street. Hey, White cocoa. What's up, Oreo.

One of the salesmen had gotten an order for a heavy agenda of commercials promoting a James Brown concert in D.C., and the speckle had been running for a pair hebdomad. It had been half hard currency, and half trade for concert tickets. They were giving tickets away in contest on the air, but there were slew to go around so Daniel scarfed a couple. He and Dixie were excited. Who wouldn't want to go see the Godfather of somebody ?

The concert was on a Saturday night at eight o'clock. Book of the Prophet Daniel would have to go on air at midnight, but he thought the timing would work out okay. He parked his van on the street a few auction block from U.S. Constitution dormitory and they walked to the venue ; he didn't want to get stuck in some big service department or traffic jam in case he was hurrying on the way out.

The tickets weren't the salutary seats in the house because they were comprehensive, but weren't the defective either. They were up on the incline about halfway back with a light up persuasion of the stage. There were good deal of white people in the audience, which pleasantly surprised Daniel ; he thought he might be the lonesome white case in the crowd, but there were many early Edward White and biracial couples in attendance.

The visible light went down and The Hardest-Working Man in show Business hit the stage like a hurricane. The energy was immense and immediate, and the great unwashed were on their feet instantly, dancing, grinding, bumping, couples interacting with former couples, sharing collaborator, gyrating to the calendar method of pure joy. James II and his supertight set played all the tunes the sports fan wanted to take heed, the moaners and the funky stuff. He grunted, and American ginseng to the crowd, I got you, gimcrack and proud, and told them how papa's got a mess and a brand new bag, and it's a man's human race, and everyone in the auditorium broke out in a cold sweat as the superbad pastor of Funk sang please please please, I love you, yes I do.

It was a 75 minute booty-shaking jam, with the congregation moving in sync with smiling on their faces and their organs on high alarum. South and Book of Daniel's bodies spent most of the concert in some form of direct striking. They were covered with elbow grease, and their clothes were soaked-through when they left, two hot, happy, horny captive of making love. They left the orbit arm-in-arm. The night air cooled their sweaty bodies as they walked to the van. Daniel could see the moisture on Dixie's neck opening where her tomentum was tied back in a pony, and adored the sight of her thin, red wearing apparel that was sweat-plastered to her organic structure with her nipples perked up through the fabric.

For the first time since he'd gotten his new job, Book of Daniel didn't want to go to knead. He wanted to deplume Confederate States of America's clothes off, lay her down in the back of his van, eat her black pussy and fuck her rightfield there, parked on the city street.

But he didn't, of course. They got in their seats in social movement and Daniel drove them homeward, and they talked about how incredible the appearance had been, and held helping hand when he wasn't shifting gear wheel.

"I wish tonight didn't have to end so early, because I had a fantastical clip, but I have to get into work,"he said when he pulled up in presence of the South's house.

"Hey, how ‘ bout if I go to work with you ? see you crop for a little while, would that be okay ?"

"There're no regulation against it. But are you sure ? It's not very interesting, watching a guy romp records."

"That's not truthful,"she said."I can stare at your ass."She leaned over and kissed him.

"You talked me into it."

She followed him to the post in her car. She sat in a chair and they talked while he got all of his music together. Daniel saw Nate, the evening suspensor, through the glass and waved as they entered the conterminous studio.

The show started smoothly. Through the initiatory set of melody, Daniel showed Dixie around the lowly studio, pointed out all the working parts. She seemed very occupy and asked some poignant questions. On air, he did a speedy rundown of what he'd played, ran a train of commercial message ( the customer to whom he'd sold ads received legion bonus berth on his overnight shows ) and cued up the next set, a couple of longsighted tracks.

"And now, I hope you're in the modality for some dumb blues,"he said into the microphone."This following song has been covered many times. This one is The sexual climax blueing dance orchestra : So Many roadstead. Kick back and enjoy."

He swiveled around to face Dixie and said,"There, that should restrain them for a while."

She was seated in a cushioned president and had a glazed feeling in her eye.

"Do you take requests ?"she asked.

"Sure, if we have it. What did you want to hear ?"

"Uh, let me see,"she said, rising from the death chair."How about, ‘ tercet O'clock Blues ’."

It was the vocalism. Daniel felt a prickly sensory faculty all over his skin and his jaw dropped.

"You ?"he asked.

Dixie laughed."Me. Why, are you disappointed ?"

"Disappointed ? Hell no, why would I be disappointed ?"

"Because there's only one woman who wants to get in your pants, and not two."

"I have the feeling you would be all I could handle."

"trade good answer."She stepped toward him.

"That voice. That hoarse, seductive whisper…"

"Pretty ripe, huh ?"

"God, it's sexy."

She was standing in front of him, he was seated on the high up fecal matter in front of the plank. She put her lip to his and they kissed. limb wrapped, back talk locked and tongues twirled in a hot second. It was a long, fervid kiss, hot and wet, and soon their cold sweats were coming back in spades. He was hard. She was wet. The blinking phone lights were ignored.

"Let me ask you,"she said in her raspy, sexy phone representative."Have you ever fucked while you were on the air ?"She placed her hand between his wooden leg, gripped his toilsome rock suspensor dick through the denim.

Book of the Prophet Daniel shook his head. He was speechless. Not unspoiled when you're a phonograph record jockey.

"Or how about a blowjob ? Maybe that's more doable."She kissed him again, another long one, it went on and on.

Her finger found the snap bean at the top of his jeans, flicked it open up and lowered his zipper in a quick, deft motion. His cock popped out into out-of-doors space.

"Ah, Nice and hard and ready,"she said, in her phone voice."Lift up."

He stood briefly and she lowered his pants. He sat back down on the stool. She shimmied his pants down his pegleg and took his shaft into her hired hand. She put her brass up close to his.

"I want all of you, Baby, but I'm going to bear this first,"she said, and gave his dick a squeeze. She jammed her lingua into his backtalk. Daniel snaked his weaponry around her. They kissed deeply while she stroked his swollen, pulsing meat.

She went down. She cupped his balls in the palm of one hired man and kissed his rooster up and down, taking her time, before licking its glistening tip, which was already oozing his prelude kindling. When she wrapped her lips around it, Daniel almost fell off the stool.

Confederate States dug her thumbs and finger into Daniel's thigh, held cockeyed, and in one tycoon move, pushed her expression hard against his groin and took his whole putz into her backtalk. Her lips kissed his pubic tomentum and her nose tickled, and she breathed in his sweaty, foul E. B. White boy scent.

She sucked his putz like it was a clot drinking straw buried deep down in a vanilla extract shake. Book of Daniel eased his butt off the stool. Dixie was squatting before him with her dark backtalk full of Caucasian shaft and her digit were now kneading the cheeks of his ass. He massaged her neck and shoulders as he gently swung his groin into her cheek. Daniel was in a timeless trance, his mind in a nebulous gleaming, and his tool in a warm, wet paradise.

He looked at the console. ‘ So Many Roads'was rapidly approaching its end. He would birth to switch to the next song soon. Meanwhile his cauldron of semen was coming to a boil.

"SOB, I'm gon na derive !"he said, almost shouting.

Instantly her fingers dug into his tail and her clamping mouth sucked him operose still. He eased his physical structure a little closer to the turntables, reached for the control to segue from one to the other. His cum began its rise.

"Oh, shit !"he squealed.

Daniel found out that a placid transition from one Song to the next could be a problematic chore when his putz was embedded in the lip of a passionate woman with jaws of steel.

He did a little half-step hop and eased a tad closer. He was able to get a finger on the slider and started to still it left to compensate.

"Ughhh…"he groaned, and his cum was unleashed.

He pushed the skidder full right and punched the play button on the second lazy Susan. Then he gripped the back of her caput and fucked her expression as he discharged his hot sauce into her mouthpiece, apoplexy after stroke. Once Dixie knew she'd tasted the last of it, inch-by-inch Daniel's rooster reemerged from between her lips. She stood up.

"Did you like that, child ?"

The deejay was still dumb."Amazing,"was all he said, and pulled her close.

He placed his break up lip on hers, and his glossa jetted between them. He tasted his oily source coating the inside of her mouth, and after a retentive kiss with their clapper slip-sliding away, she backed up a step.

"There's more where that came from, dear,"Dixie said."Why don't you come over to my place when you get off ?"

"I already got off,"he said, grinning.

She smiled."Well, after you get off work, you can get off again. attend. get on over, okay ? I'll fix you a nice breakfast, and then we can get in my bed and land up what we started. You can have a gustatory modality of my cherry pie."

"I'll be there. I can't wait."

He walked her out and they shared another long hot kiss. He was getting hard again so they stopped, and he watched her drive off. The rest of the night seemed to drag, but he got through it, and at six a.m. he signed off and quickly reshelved all of his music.

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He got over to Confederate States's place at six-thirty. He could smell bacon frying as he climbed the footprint up to her apartment above the baby buggy house. He tapped on the sieve door, and Dixie said to come on in.

She stood at the stove wearing a pink robe and nothing else, her long black hair hung loose and wet. She came into his arms, they kissed and hugged, and Book of Daniel buried his nose into her damp fuzz and could reek and almost taste her lemon shampoo.

"Good daybreak,"she said.

"goodness morning,"he said.

Book of the Prophet Daniel reached over and turned off the burner under the pan with the sizzling bacon.

"What are you doing ? Aren't you hungry ?"

"Oh, I'm hungry alright,"he said."In more means than one. But I think I need some cherry pie before the bacon and eggs."

South laughed."You serious ? If I go to bed with you now, afterwards I may not feel like getting up and cooking breakfast."

"That's a risk I must take,"he said, and mashed his rima oris onto hers.

She took his hand and led him into her chamber. Dixie slipped out of her robe and was naked.

Daniel glanced around as she undressed him from the waist down. He unbuttoned his shirt. The way was nonde***********, it looked like a guestroom or a furnished renting. A distich landscape prints on the walls, a chairperson, lamp, small desk, nightstand and a actor's assistant with an sequester mirror. Propped on the vanity were three easel-back pewter picture frames.

Dixie pushed him onto the bed. She stood there for a moment looking down at him, and his eyes took her in : hanker contraband hair, usually tied-back, but now free and wet ; slim brown body, firm tits and hot bend ; luscious lips, which had been wrapped around his pecker a few hours ago ; and her wild, black bush, surrounding her hungry, wet pussycat. Oh well, he thought, looks like I'll be eating some ebony cunt hairs before breakfast.

He reached for her, she came to him. Their bodies molded into one on the bed, every inch of their form melded, mashed together, and they kissed, and their soundbox thrashed, and their hands probed. Daniel kissed her cervix and sucked on her earlobe and worked his way to her titties, sturdy and pointed. By the time he wrapped his sass around one of her stiff pap, Dixie was already in rapture, and his gumshoe protruded from his midriff like a railroad capitulum. But he knew he wanted to chow down on her kitty-cat before he rammed his cock up in there.

Dixie's dead body went into turbo-thrash modal value when he dove his face into her snatch and sucked her swelled clit into his mouth. She grunted with each of her jabbing into his face, and ran her long finger's breadth through his long haircloth. Book of the Prophet Daniel's putz was grinding into the mattress as his face was grinding into her cunt. Her clitoris felt like plum pit in his oral cavity and he kept nibbling away, working her toward orgasm. He wanted her to come and get hard, like he had a few hours earlier at the receiving set post. Then he would mount her like she were a mighty steed and tantalise her hard.

Daniel's paw were now under her ass as it wriggled about, and he dug his fingerbreadth into her supple arse bod for a firmer grip. He thought it would be easier to eat pussycat if it wasn't a moving target area. He alternately squeezed her buttocks like grapefruits, hoping to extract her orgasm. He kept sucking on her clit like it was a pickle, his spit basking in her salty liquor and his nostrils breathing in the spicy odour of snatch and half-cooked bacon.

Dixie was grunting louder with each of her powerful thrust, and her digit were enmeshed in Daniel's hair, holding tight as she drilled her pussy into his face. She'd gotten a taste of his cum a few hours earlier, and now she was going to render him a mouthful of hers.

She screeched as she released and her farsighted, lean consistency went into spasm. Her cum flowed and her peg flailed wildly on either side of his head word. The wet rush covered Book of the Prophet Daniel's boldness, filled his rima oris and even dampened his hair, but he got a tasty, potent back breaker of Dixie's musky juice.

"Damn, boy !"she exclaimed, and pulled his head up to hers and they kissed."movement me crazy, why don't you."

"You like that ?"

"No, I love that."

"Been wanting to do that since you walked out of the station this morning."

"Yeah ? I wanted you ever since we was grinding on each other at the concert last night."

"Goddamn Epistle of James Brown University. It's all his fault !"

"Phew. How many mates in that audience do you consider went habitation and fucked the shit out of each other ?"

"I dunno. Turned us into sex machine, for sure."

"Nah, just helped us along. You gon na fuck me now ?"

"Does a grizzly bear shit in the woods ?"he said. It was time to put his plug in her socket.

By this meter, Daniel's dick was an overgrilled bratwurst ready to bust. He rolled on top of her and placed the tip against her glittery slash. Dixie spread herself with her fingertips and he pushed. He watched his cock slide in between her smarmy lips with no resistance and go away inside her. In no metre they were fucking like erotica stars.

dixie might have got been a well-kept, wiry gal, but she had a acrobatic seawall that could move over a man whiplash. Daniel felt like he was trying to have it off a mechanical bullshit turned up to ten.

She had her stage wrapped over his and her weapons system around his backbone and she was soon screwing him with hurricane force. Her mouth was on his, her tongue doing acrobats around his, then she was sucking his neck opening and chewing his ear lobes and her hands were power-walking all over his spinal column. Daniel's workforce were under her butt, digging into her crack, and he was pounding her pretty damn hard too, trying to preserve up.

He'd never been fucked like this. Not this heavily, never this physical. She was banging him with every inch of every muscle, and baying like a bitch in estrus. Daniel had had sex with a number of daughter. He was grandiloquent, acrobatic, attractive and had always been popular with the opposite sex. But this was his first black girl. And it was the wildest drive of his life.

South loved to get it on, this much was obvious. Every in of her writhing physical structure was into it, every ounce of her person. She fucked like her slit was hammering nails.

Daniel was covered in sweat as he shoved his cock into her, over and over and hard as he could. The bed skeletal frame stressed from their pounding, synced movements, and her vagina was so saturated his shaft glided in and out of her with slippery ease. His cum began to rise.

"Ughhh…"he groaned.

Dixie had heard that before and knew he was coming. She fucked him with a little redundant zing, if that was possible.

"That's it, babe, dedicate it to me !"she squealed.

He did. His sperm burned its way up through his slithery shaft, and out, and rich into Confederate States of America, while she kept pounding away and juicing his cock with her cunt brawn. He'd no sooner emptied his tank when she began to empty hers.

"Oh shit. Oh piece of tail !"she howled.

Her sexual climax bordered on savage. Her entire body shook, the bed screeched and her sweep through dug into his skin. He felt the warm wet spate surround his dick inside her and seep out and cover his dead balls. She kept humping until her discharge was finish. The metre of their piece of tail slowed and their inguen detached. His body fell down next to hers and they kissed slowly and softly and long.

They held each other for a clock time, her promontory on his berm and his arm around her. Dixie had gotten some sopor after she'd left the radiocommunication station, but she was already spent. Book of Daniel was exhausted and nodded off. dixie eased herself out of the bed, put on her robe and went to the kitchen to finish making breakfast. Her man could sleep, and whenever he awoke his meal would be ready.

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When Daniel awoke it was after eleven. Confederate States was gone, but left him a note. It said that she'd gone to Christian church and his breakfast was warming in the oven. Eat your meal, get a cascade, ready yourself at home, she'd be back as soon as she could, and then they'd whip up some sweet. In the bedroom.

The breakfast was piled high on a wide plate and having not eaten for seventeen hours, he wolfed down every succulent bit. Cheesy scrambled ballock, hominy, Sir Francis Bacon, cookie and gravy, chocolate and juice. He cleaned up, washed the dishes, took a shower, brushed his teeth with his finger's breadth. He didn't want to put his soiled clothes back on, funky from dried stew and blowjob residue, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down on the lounge and started perusing Ebony magazine. He had just finished an clause about Bill Cosby when he heard footstep on the stair, and Dixie came in through the kitchen.

She looked mythical all dolled-up in her Billy Sunday best. She wore a snuggery, dingy, figure-flattering pencil dress which covered her curves like rouge, and matching blackguard. A hybridizing hanging on a gold chain sparkled against her coffee tree peel above the V-neck. Daniel rose from the sofa and knew his penis wouldn't be far behind. He walked to her, the towel easy around his waist.

"tinker's dam, girl, you look hot,"he said."in force enough to eat."

"audio like a plan,"she said.

She came into his arms and his towel fell to the flooring. They kissed like it had been years, not hours.

"How was church ?"

"O.K.. I really didn't deprivation to go today, but I knew if I didn't, mamma would give me make. You know, with a man in my room, and all. Living this close can be a annoyance in the ass sometimes. So I went to church, but left a niggling early. Wanted to get back here. I was happy when I saw your van was still parked outside."

"You kidding ? Me, leave ? And miss out on dessert ? I couldn't pass up a Chocolate Sunday."He traced his finger along her shoulder joint, down her back until they caressed her ass. He kissed her nose."I bet every man in that congregation had a hard-on when they watched you walk out."

"Hmm,"she cooed."Only one hard-on I care about."Her hand dove between his thighs and felt his growing appendage."dessert ?"

"Dessert."

They went to her sleeping accommodation. Daniel sat on the bed, his dick at full-staff, and watched Dixie disrobe. She kicked off her heels, stepped out of her dress and hung it carefully on a hanger in the loo. Off came her bra and the concatenation. She stepped unaired and stood directly in front of him.

"Can you serve me with this ?"she asked, her thumb inside her panties.

Daniel reached out and slowly lowered the snowy panty down her hanker, bronze branch. He tugged her closer and sting his nose into her African bush. He licked her brim, which were already wet with anticipation. He slipped his glossa into her, and craned his neck to get it in as far as possible. Dixie squealed with delectation and dug her fingertips into his scalp.

She stood moaning on wobbly legs as he licked her out and then he sucked on her clit, now puffed and set. Soon she realized it was monsoon season down below and she needed something to dam up the flood lamp. It was time to put Daniel's cock in there. She eased his head away from her privates. She bent down and kissed him and tasted herself in his backtalk, while taking his turncock in her hand and lowering her cunt to its tip. She lowered herself, sat on his lap, feeding the cock into her open snatch.

In a blink of an eye, Dixie was slamming up and down like a air hammer. Book of Daniel lifted his groyne and jabbed his cock into her, matching her movements, and held her shank firmly. He didn't want her to raise up too luxuriously because his tool might dislocate out and then her body could slam dance down straight on the head of his straight penis. That could hurt and she might conk out it.

On the edge of the bed they sat facing each other, their knife embedded, her pumping cunt full of pounding turncock, fucking and fucking and fucking until something had to give.

They both gave at the Saame time. After instant of intemperately, midday lovemaking they unleashed together, and kept up their synchronized hoyden until both were done. They smiled and together collapsed onto the bed in laughter.

-- --

They stayed in bed through the afternoon. They did it all. Each came two more times and every ounce of pulp on their bodies was involved somehow, licked, kissed, sucked or fucked.

Daniel finally left around five, his cutis electric and his body depleted. He felt like he'd run a marathon, or spent hours in a batting cage with an untamed beast. But damn he felt good. He went home, ate something, took a nap before going into work.

-- --

Now their affair was in high-gear. No more pussy-footing around. They were lovers. Over the ensuing month they worked their occupation, and made sentence for each other as much as potential. They wanted each early and were insatiable.

Dixie would still call him once in a piece when he was on the air and cause her request and talk dirty in her scratchy interpreter for a few minutes and get him hard, telling him all the affair she was going to do to him when he got off the air in the morning and came over to her place. The cockcrow when he got off and Dixie didn't have to work were his ducky because his mind was always wired after work and he could never get to slumber for hour. Going over to Dixie's place and taking her hot, naked ass to bed took care of that.

During the week they worked around her schedule, as he was elastic. They slept together three or four clip a week. They went camping in the Shenandoah Mountains, took long hikes, cooked over a campfire and fucked in his van. They became an accepted site around the Town, having lunch or dinner or shopping or whatever, the cute ashen deejay from the disastrous station with the knavish black cleaning woman. But the thought of a rich dedication didn't come up. They were taking their dulcet time and enjoying each other.

Daniel had feelings for Dixie, and she for him, they both knew that. He loved their conversations, her sense of humour, the way she held him, the way she laughed, the way she kissed, and of course the way they fucked. It was unbelievable. He'd never envisioned such a sex life. But a become degree came along suddenly and unexpectedly and he knew it would have to end.

-- --

It was a Sabbatum morning. They were lying in bed talking, after a stupendous down-and-dirty triple play, when Confederate States sadly mentioned that her niece Norma had broken up with her boyfriend.

"It's sad,"she said."She and shirtfront been together since ninth grade."

"That's too bad. Who broke it up, or was it common ?"Daniel asked.

"I don't know the completely storey. But he was a Sweet guy and they really seemed to have intercourse each former. Everyone assumed they'd get married someday. They made a cute couple."

"Like us ?"he said with a big grin.

"Yeah, but without the salt-and-pepper vibration. I have pictures of them, I'll show you."

Dixie got up. Book of Daniel had no real number desire to see the photos, but he didn't mind watching her sweet-scented black ass, the one he'd just fucked a few instant earlier, as she walked to the dresser. She bent over, her asshole still wet with cum, and dug around in the ass draftsman. She pulled out a large exposure record album and then got back into bed beside him.

She opened the album to somewhere in the centre, turned a couple Page until she found what she was looking for.

"This was taken the Nox of their fourth-year promenade,"she said.

Book of Daniel looked at the two smiling teen, arm-in-arm. Norma with her innocent grimace and the Sami Afro she still wore, sky-blue gown and monster bouquet. Dicky was handsome, slim down with broad shoulders and a matching blue tux with total darkness lapels and a tap Dianthus caryophyllus attached.

"You're properly, they're a good-looking couple. Is dicky-seat an athlete ?"

"He was a heck of a running back in high schooling. Played three old age varsity. Ran racetrack, too."

She turned the page."This one was taken at the beach."

The photo showed the couple from the shank up, standing on the beach with the ocean in the background. They both wore sunglasses. Dicky wore a baseball cap and his upper-body was smooth and hairless. Norma looked groovy. She had on a two-piece livid swimming costume, and Book of Daniel was surprised and impress with her consistency : her firm tits in the skimpy top, toned arms and shoulders, and her slim, tapered trunk, all in staring contrast to the white courtship. She always dressed professionally and was rather demure at the billet when she wasn't busting his chopper about something, and had hidden it well.

Dixie showed him a few More group shots with several family penis, then turned the varlet, paused a moment and then quickly turned the page back. Too quickly. Book of the Prophet Daniel had glimpsed a photo and it looked like Dixie with a man. He put his hired hand on hers.

"Why did you turn back ?"he asked."keep going, I'm getting to bang your menage, I'm enjoying this."

"Let's not go there. I don't think you'll enjoy the next page."

"Huh ? What do you think ? What don't you want me to see ?"

"It's not that,"she said, and turned and looked into his eyes."It's just, well, I don't know, it's in the past. I should receive removed those…"

"What ?"

"The film. They are me and my husband."

"South, please. I know you were married. What's the big deal ? So what if I see a pic of you and your ex-husband ?"

"He's not my ex. Legally we are still married."

"What ? I thought you were divorced !"

"I never told you we were divorced. I said it hadn't worked out."

"So, you are still married ?"

She nodded.

"Are you still in physical contact ?"

"No."

"Saviour ! I can't believe it. I've been seeing a splice charwoman. You've been committing adultery."

"Oh, please,"she said."Let's not be overdramatic. I haven't seen him for two and a half years. It's not like you're breaking up my matrimony or anything. We just haven't got around to the divorce."

Daniel looked into Dixie's watery eyes. They were naked in bed, postcoital, talking about her hubby with a photo record album in her lap.

"Are you going to turn the page ?"he asked.

She handed the album to him. He flipped the page. There was a five-by-seven picture of Dixie and her a husband, a two-shot, all dressed-up for something. But both faces in the photo were familiar.

"Holy dump !"he exclaimed."You're married to Bernie ?"

Dixie turned and looked at him with optical maser optic."What ? You know him ?"she said.

"He's the reason I'm here !"

"What ?"

"Yeah, he's the one who set me up with Reggie, the GM. He helped me get hired here."

Book of Daniel explained the many months of dark in Alaska when he'd listened to Bernie's show on the radio and how he'd written to him and they began a long-distance correspondence through the mail. And how Bernie had been kind adequate to pay for him to chat his station in boodle, and they had gotten to screw each former a little unspoilt, and Bernie had gone out of his way to contact Reggie and set him up with an interview, and he came here and was eventually hired.

"I can't believe it, what are the betting odds ?"he asked, rhetorically."It never occurred to me that I might ever receive his wife, much to a lesser extent dip for her. Or that she might devolve for me, or call up me and take a shit petition and score me with her aphrodisiacal voice."

Dixie sat in stunned disbelief. Her eyes glistened and tears escaped. She wiped them with a niche of the bedspread.

"Can I ask you something ?"Daniel said."You and Bernie are both beautiful, fond, kind people. You are two of the not bad people I've ever met, and would look like a great match. What happened ?"

She started crying softly, and got out of bed, walked to the lav and returned with some tissue.

She got back into bed and hugged him.

"I'm sorry,"she said softly.

"Sorry for what ? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes, I did. It was all my fault."She blew her nose.

"Tell me about it."

She hesitated, took a deep breath."Things were wonderful at offset. Bernie worked at the radio receiver place, I met him at a promotion at a shopping shopping center. We hit it off, started dating, fell in love, got married after a year. A year after that, things were still going well, and Bernie got a better job at an FM place up in Baltimore. He tried commuting for a while, but that got old real fasting because it's pretty far. I didn't see him much because he was always working and on the road, and I was doing shift work. So we got us a low property in Baltimore and we moved up there.

"I got hired at a hospital. Bernie's career had taken a whole tone up, but mine had taken a step back. He was gaining popularity, officious all the time, doing advancement, emceeing concerts and charity events. I was young and stupid. There was this interne at the hospital. He was roughly my age, this handsome, blond-haired white boy, a rich med school kid with nice wearing apparel and a nice car. He liked me the way I was and paid a lot of attention to me. He flirted with me, I flirted back, I was flattered, enjoyed the tending. Others could see it too.

"We had an affair, and after a spell Bernie found out about it. He got really pissed-off and said some mean, injurious things, and I did too. It got pretty ugly and we split up. And suddenly the intern was gone too, just like that, no note, no osculate goodbye, nothing. All for naught.

"So, I came back here, tried to put it all behind me, fixed up this loft and have lived here ever since. The tear's cheap and I have sept close by. I should have known it would end bad, but I was dim. I knew I was wrong, but I let it happen."

Dixie put her boldness close to his, their eyes in apart."Sorry I didn't William Tell you this before, Book of the Prophet Daniel. But it didn't seem relevant. It was so long ago…"

"I understand,"he said. He tossed the picture album aside and held both her helping hand."But I have another question. And secernate the truth, because your middle will tell me the the true even if your words don't. Okay ?"

She nodded.

"Do you still love him ?"

Her response left no dubiety. First, her font cringed, as if trying to keep back her emotions. Then she cried, let it loose, and her dead body absorbed the shudder of her tears. He took her into his arms.

"You love him, don't you ?"he said. Her nose was buried into his cervix and he felt her head nodding up and down."Say it !"

"Yes."She repeated it."Yes."

He held her as her tears abated and she calmed down and her dead body relaxed.

"You need to holler him,"he said.

"birdcall him ?"she asked, wiping her impudence."Oh no, I couldn't do that."

"What ? Why not ?"

"After all this time ? No…"

"Dixie, you just told me you love him. You two are still married. Did you think you'd never talk to him ever again ?"

"No. I don't know. I can't."

"Dixie, you can. You should. You have to."

They sat in silence for a minute of arc, Daniel's arm around her.

"It's been too long,"she sniffled."I don't have his phone number. I didn't even have a go at it he had moved to Chicago."

"I have his work bit. I'd bet he'd like to get wind from you."

"I don't know about that. It's been a tenacious time."

"But, maybe not too long,"he said."Don't let concern or pride hold you back, because…"Daniel cleared his throat.

"Because what ?"

Now Daniel felt tears forming in his own eyes.

"Because he still loves you, too. He told me."

"He told you he still loved me ?"

"Yes,"he said."We went out to a quiet bar after his shift one night and we talked for a couple hr. We talked about radio. He told me how tough the business was, and how hard it could be on marriages. He told me about his marriage, how it broke up, how he said some things he regretted. He got a little emotional as he told me. But he said he still loved you and he missed you."

Confederate States of America looked at him with puppy dog eyes."Really ? You're not making this up ?"

"No, I'm not making this up, I swear. It's all avowedly. I didn't know he was talking about you, of course, he didn't mention your name or where it had happened. But he said he missed and still loved his wife. So, if you love him, and he loves you, it would be silly to be stubborn about it. Don't you want to witness out ?"

"I'll think about it,"she sighed."It's variety of scary."

"I know. nothing good comes easy."

They held each other and soon nodded off.

-- --

Book of Daniel awoke two hours later and was getting dressed while Dixie watched.

"Leaving so soon ?"she asked.

"Yeah,"he said, lacing up his Chuck Zachary Taylor All-Stars."If I stay, I'm gon na want you again, but I don't wan na mess up your intellect. Or mine. You have some thinking to do."

He dug into his wallet and pulled out Bernie blue sky's business card. He showed it to her, then grabbed a pen and from the desk and copied the phone number onto a elusion of paper and handed it to her.

"Here's his number at work,"he said."He works the seven-to-midnight shift, Monday through Fri, in Chicago, but that's eight-to-one a.m. here. Call him. Let it ring until he picks up, you know the drill. He'll be glad you did."

He kissed her goodbye, and it was a doozy. He made sure of that.

"Call him, Dixie, you both deserve it,"he said as he was leaving."If you don't, I will. Goodbye."

His lips were attendant and his hawkshaw was hard when he walked out.

-- --

Book of the Prophet Daniel didn't call her the pursual day or the day after. He gave her space, and didn't want to cloud her thinking. On the one-third day she called.

"I called him,"Confederate States said.

"How did it go ?"

"Pretty good, I think."

"Tell me about it."

"well, it took a long time to get through,"she said."When he finally answered I could barely speak, I was so nervous. We talked for a duet bit and he put me on time lag while he put on another record. He played the entire side of an album and we talked for nearly half an minute. Then after he got off and went home, he called me and we talked for another 60 minutes. I was up half the night."

"Wow, it sounds like it went really, really well."

"He invited me to go visit him. He offered to pay my way."

"What did you say to that ?"

"I told him I'd think about it. But I don't think I can."

"Why not ?"

"I'm not set for that. For him to pay and persist with him, so suddenly after so long ? No, I couldn't accept that."

"Then go on your own, get a hotel room, take your sentence to experience it out."

"I don't know, Book of Daniel. I got my job, my car's a wreck and would probably not even make it, and I really can't afford it."

"Take time off, assume the bus, and I'll helper you out with the money. job solved. No self-justification. When do you want to leave ?"

Over the following several days they talked it over and over. Bernie called her a distich times. Gradually Dixie came around. Daniel could tell she was conflicted, and he and she had feel for each other, but he knew she had to resolve her married couple issues one way or other.

Dixie had nine days of vacation and sick clip saved up, so she decided to use it all. She would leave the watch over Thursday.

-- --

Th forenoon, Book of the Prophet Daniel arrived at Dixie's at five-thirty a.m. He loaded her two grip into his van and off they went. He was giving them time to save. The bus was scheduled to set off at seven-oh-five, but he had to force into the city, find the depot, find parking, and buy the ticket. Traffic was smooth at that time of day, so they were downtown by a little after six, and found parking in a nearby lot. He carried her bags two blocks and found a bench in the vestibule of the Trailways bus terminal. Dixie waited while Daniel went to the slate window.

"Here's a round-trip ticket,"he said, when he returned."You can use the restoration fare in two days or two days, whenever you want. Do you have some money ?"

"Yes, I have some,"Dixie said.

"fountainhead, here's some more,"he said, handing her an gasbag."Just in case."

Confederacy looked in the gasbag and saw five one-hundred dollar bills. Over twice what she had with her.

"quintuplet hundred dollars ?"she squeaked."I can't accept this."

"Can and will,"he said, and kissed her lips."For indemnity. In Chicago there are hotels near the bus station, not far from where Bernie works. Find a skilful one and get a nice room."He opened her purse and stuffed it in the gasbag."You should get there late tomorrow morning. After all that metre on a bus, you'll be prepare for a nice room."He laughed.

"Why are you doing all this for me ?"Dixie asked.

"Why ? Because I care about you. You're the all right woman I've ever been with and I'm going to omit you like crazy. I've missed you already these go few days. But the buttocks line of merchandise is you are still married, and you still love him and he still loves you. You both owe it to yourselves to find out once and for all if you can work it out. And even though I'll be the loser here, I hope you do."

dixie took his handwriting and squeezed."You truly are a gem, Daniel. I'm so lucky to have met you."

"Well, I have to be fair. If your husband wasn't Bernie, I don't know if I would be so nobleman. But he was so kind to me, so helpful, he stuck his neck out for me. You don't sports meeting the great unwashed like that everyday. I was just this dull, inexperienced nobody from nowhere, but he took me seriously, and he helped me. He didn't have to do that, but he did. So I'm golden too."

They both had crying in their eyes. They kissed like lovers saying goodbye, which they were. Book of the Prophet Daniel let his spit wander over hers and tasted her for what he was pretty surely would be the last time.

They stood when her bus was called. They hugged, shared a last candy kiss, and Daniel watched her carry her bags through the portal vein that led her outside where jalopy were lined up and idling.

-- --

With Dixie gone, Daniel found he had much more clock time on his hands. He worked more weekday minute, selling ads, writing copy, working in the office. Norma had heard the taradiddle and have a go at it why her auntie had left and where she had gone. But she was warmly harmonic toward Daniel, which he appreciated. Usually she was kidding him or teasing him about something, and he fully expected to get the like discussion this fourth dimension. She called him a brace clip when he was on the air and requested ‘ terzetto O'clock bluing ’, but her articulation was no where near as aphrodisiacal as Confederacy's and they would laugh and he told her to knock it off, he was trying to get some work done.

-- --

A couple weeks later, about ten minutes into his switch, he noticed the telephone light up. He'd just put on a disk so he answered the call.

"Play ‘ Three O'clock Blues'for me, could you ?"said a husky, sexy female voice.

"Now Norma, will you cut that out !"Book of Daniel barked into the phone.

"Norma ?"she said."What, are you screwing her now ?"It was Dixie.

"Dixie !"he said."I was wondering when I'd hear from you. How are you ? Is everything okay ?"

"Everything's fine, Book of the Prophet Daniel, very in effect. What about you ? Are you screwing my niece ?"

"No. No, of course not. But she's called me on the air a few times requesting that song, giving me a hard time. I like getting phone call, but I told her to cut it out."

"It won't be farsighted, I'd bet, if she's messing with you. She wouldn't bother if she didn't like you. Go comfortable on her."

"Oh please."

"Anyway, I called to say thank you. I'm going to be staying here, Daniel. I quit my job down there and I'm applying for chore here. At some spot we'll come get the rest of my stuff, but I'm not sure when. We're working things out. Thanks to you."

"I'm so happy for you, Dixie. You deserve it."

"Here, somebody wants to say hi to you,"Confederacy said.

"Hey, Book of the Prophet Daniel,"came Bernie's rich, abstruse voice over the telephone set,"When I sent you down to Virginia it was to hire a job, not nap with my wife !"

"Oh, Bernie,"Daniel said excitedly,"That was unintended. We didn't know. I didn't know Dixie was your wife until…"

Bernie's laughter cut him off.

"Don't effort it, brother, I'm just messin'with the kid. Dixie told me the completely story. We'll just pick it on James Brown."

They both laughed. Dixie really had told him everything.

"Anyway, I just want to give thanks you for all you've done. Thank you for putting her on that bus. I know she wouldn't be here and I wouldn't have her dorsum if not for you. I owe you one."

"Thanks for calling, Bernie."

"It's cool. Here's Dixie."

"Thank you again, Daniel. And I'll pay you back when I get a job and get some money together."

"Don't headache about it. Good luck, and thanks for calling. I'm happy for you."

"Bye, Daniel. And say Hi to Norma. And go easy on her."

Daniel hung up the telephone and went back to oeuvre. He was feeling bittersweet, he didn't have the Department of Energy he usually had when he was on-air. But things turned a little more eudaimonia about a half hour later when his headphone started flashing and he answered.

It was Norma making a request.

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