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September 1975, Denver

Daniel had a big determination to make. And he had to wee-wee it soon.

He was sitting in a talk mansion, lost in a daydream while waiting for the professor to arrive so class could begin. Daniel was beginning his sophomore yr as an engineering major, and the declivity semester was only three daylight old. His dilemma, and the big decision that was weighing on his idea, 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 technology, get his degree, and then he'd have it made. His parents reinforced this thought throughout his untested life. This was a time when engineers were in high school demand and graduating senior, even the mediocre 1, had job go mid-way through their aged old age and would enter into well-paying positions right out of shoal. No beating the brake shoe leather trying to find a decent job for an engine driver, not in those days.

It all had sounded good to Daniel. Until he actually had to examine that crap. It was difficult material, stuff that he was not particularly concerned in, and stuff and nonsense that he now suspected for which his mind wasn't properly equipped. And he hadn't even gotten into the real engineering line yet, he'd only had a few introductory and prerequisite trend. He was Thomas More of a right-brain kind of guy. He'd rather be playing his guitar.

His father was a big roulette wheel in the oil business, and had always pushed Book of Daniel in that direction. Dad had painted a blushful motion-picture show of a future that Daniel was now thinking he wouldn't want. 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 component of the problem.

"Is this buttocks taken, sir ?"

Book of the Prophet Daniel stirred from his castle in Spain and looked up. It was Chris, also now a sophomore. They had studied and partied together as freshmen.

"Chris, how the Hades are ya ?"Book of Daniel said, as Chris took the seat next to him."How was your summertime ?"

"okay, man. Worked a lot. wassail a lot. Fucked a lot ; my old girlfriend. Now back to the pulverization. How about you ?"

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

This surprised Chris. Book of Daniel was a marvelous, lose weight, handsome, broad-shouldered guy, with long embrown tomentum and sky-blue optic, 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 hr and got paid a lot of money. In fact, I'm wondering why I even came back to school. I'm thinking 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 last year, and I had to wear out my ass to do that, and that was just the basic stuff. It doesn't sake me and it's not getting any easier. This summer, I made 12 hundred dollars a week, saved a diminished lot. In AK, working on the pipeline. That's more than twice what I'd make as an engineer, if I got a right 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 stopping point another two years. I could scud up a lotta dough."

"red cent, Danny Boy, that's soundly money. But what about your Department of Education ? College… ?"

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

Feedback squealed from the Speaker mounted on the walls. A instruction helper was adjusting the mike and PA system. He went on to usher in himself, as well as a dyad early TA's, and discussed the path requirements. Finally he introduced the professor, Dr. Malarkey, and the lecture began.

Daniel wasn't listening. His mind was preoccupied with other things. After about XX minutes he got up, said goodbye to Chris, and walked out.

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Daniel called his foreman and after a few tries, got him on the bank line. The foreman told him to get his cigaret to Fairbanks and check in at the company office there ; he'd arrange fare for him back to the situation in the northerly part of the state of matter. He was already in with the union, so it would be treated as if he took a few day off. He told his Father-God his intent and was surprised when the old man wasn't pissed-off like he thought he'd be. hold 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 planing machine ticket. Over the summer, he'd put the car in storage because he would need it when he went back to school. But now he wouldn't be needing it again anytime soon. He got into Douglas Elton Fairbanks two day later, in the sunup. By evening he was back in the mental synthesis camp in the Same transferable living accommodations building block he'd lived in before. He went back to turn the following morning.

Winter comes fast and hard in North Last Frontier. It was only mid-September but already low temperature and windy. Soon the atmospheric condition turned bitter they were wearing Arctic clothing and woolen masks twelve minute a day.

The job might own paid well, but the work was hard, the days were long, and there wasn't much to do otherwise. Life took on a certain monotony, day in, day out. Many of the prole would head into towns on Sabbatum nights to drink and levy hell, but Daniel only did that once. He didn't observe it to be much fun riding in an unheated van over a nonplus road for an hour or More in sub-zero temperatures to get to some frontier townspeople that was not much more than a block-long master street with three streak, a gas station, a grocery, general store, bank, diner and a Western Auto.

Daniel was a music lover. He hadn't come to work with much baggage, but he did birth his euphony : His guitar, scads of tapes, earphones and his portable AM/FM cassette histrion. He fell into a bit of coming in at nighttime, exhausted, would shower and then patch up into his chair or his nonsense with his music. He'd put on the earphones, hear to his tapes and blindly recreate along. He'd played in bands all through high schooling, 1960s and LXX careen, but what he loved almost was more traditional blues.

Being in the middle of nowhere, wireless reception for the near component was nonexistent, and what place he could receive on his little recipient tended to be semi-scrambled local Stations of the Cross from East-Outer-Bumfuck Alaska or western sandwich Canada. But at night, there was one AM place that came in gimcrack and clear. It was a blues station out of Chicago.

The evening magnetic disc jockey called himself Bernie Amytal, and Daniel loved his show. He was on the air in Michigan five Nox a week from seven p.m. until midnight, and played megrims from all eras and areas, and would civilise his hearer as he recapped the playlists, recounted the artists and backing musicians and told anecdotes about them. It was obvious that Bernie loved what he was doing. The Passion of Christ dripped from the speakers as he spoke. AK time was three hours behind the Central fourth dimension Zone, so he left the air at nine. After study, this gave Daniel maybe two 60 minutes each night to take heed, play along and learn. He started recording the show so he could listen to them again and again.

There were a distich guys who would take a crap runs into various townspeople as the camps slowly worked their way southward, and would take orders from the dissimilar workers for intersection and bring them back to them at camp. For a skillful profit, of course. nearly people ordered booze, beer, food item or personal product. Daniel got cases of vacuous cassettes from the Radio shack or Sears or wherever.

Week after week, Book of Daniel worked ten-to-twelve time of day days, laboring with the music in his point, looking forward to the eventide time when he could take heed to Bernie Blue on the radio receiver from one thousand of miles away and play along with the masters. He recorded the shows direct onto sixty-minute tape recording, and filled up at to the lowest degree two a dark. He cataloged and labeled everything so he could find a certain tune or artist easily. He hated when a tape would run out in the middle of a cool tune or during one of Bernie's discourses.

Sometimes Bernie would have theme shows : stops Amytal, Delta blues, Memphis, TX, Zydeco. Or blues guitar, or pianoforte, or French horn, or certain artists, and explain it with historic position and tie it all together for the listener. For Daniel, every show was like going to stratum, getting an training he could never get in college. Gradually, Daniel realized a mates things. He realized that he was becoming very learned about the music, and very wiz 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 display, how much he was learning from him, and how exalt he was to do the same affair in his own life. He described his state of affairs, working in the middle of nowhere in the wilderness tundra of Last Frontier, freezing XII hour a day, and what a kickshaw is was to come in at night and mind to his display. He made some requests, and asked him to run them in the last two hours of his show if he could, because that's all he was able to hear most nights because of his oeuvre agenda and the time departure. He thanked him and said he'd be listening.

A yoke weeks later, at about eight-thirty on a Thursday night, Book of Daniel was seated at his tiny desk listening to the radio, as usual. Outside it was 20 arcdegree below nothing, and the gusting winding were rocking the house and making the chill factor another 20 degrees below that. He had just put a dummy cassette into his recorder, and coming out of a commercial happy chance, he got goosebumps when he heard Bernie's voice.

"This next set goes out to an avid hearer of the program,"said Bernie blue air's dipsomaniac barytone voice."A listener who's way out on the edge. His figure is Book of the Prophet Daniel, and he gets our signal way up in Alaska, out on the last frontier, freezing his nates off, working on the oil pipeline that hopefully someday soon will mean trashy gas for all of us, and no more waiting for hours in gas lines. Thanks for listening, Daniel, and thanks for taking time to write in. And if you have any former postulation, be surely to let me know."Then the medicine kicked in. Bernie played all of his requests back-to-back. It took until the end of the show and Daniel got it all on tape. Book of the Prophet Daniel wrote another curt letter thanking him, and put it in the ring mail the future day.

Daniel was very storm when he received an gasbag in the mail from the radio station. It was a unretentive short letter from Bernie that told him to be sure to be listening a week from Fri Nox during the last half-hour of the display. He would be playing some tunes that, judging by his former requests, would pick apart his socks off. Daniel was listening that Friday, and Bernie was right, and their long-distance bond was beginning to set.

Thus began a correspondence between them that continued for fifteen calendar month, during which Daniel had exactly one week off. In those days, foresightful distance calling was very expensive and not always feasible or reliable, especially out in the outback of AK. So they became pen chum. Daniel liked having contact with anyone from out in the real world, especially individual who was taking the time and interest to service as his faraway wise man. And Bernie liked having a listener who truly appreciated his work and was just as passionate about the euphony as he was.

Finally the clip came when Daniel knew he had to get out. It was the dead of winter, and the task still had some month to go, but he couldn't take it anymore. He was tired all the time, and frozen most of the time, and sick of wind shiver factors of -50 degrees. A few sentence his balls got so stale he thought they were frostbitten and they burned for hours as they thawed out. He gave his posting. Bernie had told him more than once that when he came back to the lower berth 48, to front him up if he ever was in Chicago. He planned to do just that. The go thing he did before he boarded his trajectory in anchorage ground was drop a letter in the mail to let Bernie Blue know he would be taking him up on his offer.

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Daniel was ready for some time off. He'd banked over $ 80,000, so he could afford it. He flew place to drop a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. with his syndicate and get up with some friends, including a girlfriend he'd known back in mellow 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 shoes and fucked that first gear night, and for a few Night after that. There had been distaff workers on the line, and he'd laid a few of them, but they all were older

and there wasn't much of a connection. One gal, Wanda, had been a stiff thing for a spell. She was a skinny blonde from Lone-Star State, thirties, divorced, and they hooked up once or twice every weekend for almost six month. She was the type to take restraint and give directions, do this here, do that there, sucking on this, stick your tongue here, and she was a complainer, and she came like a fire hosepipe. She loved to bang and take in and he learned a lot even if he did pick up a few hickeys along the way. But they were convenience fucks. That's what Suzy was to him, and frailty versa.

He bought a new Volkswagen Westfalia. He thought that made mother wit because it was big enough to haul around all of his essentials, primarily clothes, script, music equipment and 100 of tapes, 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 goodbye to Mom and Dad, and headed for Chicago.

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Daniel arrived in boodle on a Tuesday good afternoon and got a hotel room. First matter he did was take a exhibitor, as he was pretty raunchy after three days and Nox in his van. He ordered some dinner party. He set up his recorder and tuned in to the place. Bernie came on the air at seven and Daniel called him shortly thereafter. It rang for a while before Bernie answered.

Bernie was delighted to hear from him. He put him on cargo deck for a moment while he put a long tune on the turntable so they would have a few minutes to claver. Daniel didn't know exactly how to proceed because, even though Bernie had extended the invitation, he was unsure how much clip he would be unforced to devote to him.

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

"No schedule, I'm flexible,"Book of the Prophet Daniel said."I came here for one grounds, 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.

"okeh, let's do it. Come to the station at six-thirty. That will give me time to prepare for my show, and I'll display 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 Vanessa Bell and hold it down for a few seconds, and be patient, the staff leaves at five and the threshold will be locked.

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The next evening Book of the Prophet Daniel rang the bell at six-thirty crisp. A couple arcminute later the door was opened by a large man, perhaps six-four, with broad berm, huge arms, dark skin and an Afro the size of a basketball.

"Daniel ?"

"Yes. Bernie blue angel ?"

"In the chassis,"Bernie said, and stuck out his right helping hand, which was like a catcher's manus. They shook hands."semen on in."

The room access latched behind them and Book of Daniel followed him through a retinue of authority and down a hallway to where the studios were located. Bernie gave him a prompt duty tour of the facilities, and showed him all the music he'd pulled for the display. Soon it was time to go into the air studio apartment. The drive-time jock had just wrapped up his transmutation and it was showtime for Bernie Blue.

Daniel had so many questions and didn't know where to start. Bernie was smooth and it helped him to unwind. Book of the Prophet Daniel marveled at how he made it attend so sluttish, moving from melody to tune up, the knowledge oozing out of him, playing commercial, and the way he'd input about an advertiser every now and then, making you want to run down there redress away and spend some money. No phoniness at all, staring unassumingness, someone you would trust.

The five hours flew by so tight. Daniel couldn't ask all the questions he wanted to because Bernie was asking him questions about his liveliness : College, his family, Last Frontier, the pipeline. At midnight Bernie signed off. Book of Daniel didn't want it to end.

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

"Something sounds effective,"he said.

Bernie led him to a bar down the street and around the corner. It was a little, neighborhood station with a jukebox and a TV on with the sound off. They took seats at the bar. Book of the Prophet Daniel ordered a feeding bottle of beer, Bernie a scotch and pop. The drinks came and Bernie proposed a toast.

"To your future in broadcast medium,"he said, and they drank."So, you really think you want to get into this crazy business ?"

"Yes, I do,"Daniel said."My Church Father is an locomotive engineer and he's been pushing me in that guidance my hale lifetime. But that's not for me. I had a year of it in college and hated it. I love music, I play guitar and piano. I worked the pipeline because the money was sound. But I can't evidence you how barren and lonesome it was, especially in the winter. Damn it was cold. Thank God I found your show on the receiving set. I listened every night, and you are so knowledgeable and passionate, I could try it in your articulation. I soon realized it is what I want to do with my life."

"Well, this business organization is hard on somebody starting out. No experience, you'll need to start out in a small market, and it won't pay much. Ya need an translate woman because it's a lot of hour, sometimes there's groupies and you're always picking up and moving somewhere else for a comfortably gig in a magnanimous marketplace. rowdy on marriages, for sure."

"Are you married, Bernie ?"

"Was. wellspring, still am technically, but we been apart for over two days now. Great lady, 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 function. I got pissed, said some things I shouldn't have and we split up. When I got my following job, I moved on and she stayed behind."

"That's sad."

"Yeah."He paused for a second, took a beverage."I still think about her."

"Do you still babble out to her ?"

"Not for a long while now. She's not coming here and I'm not going back. I miss her, but it's old news. One of these days one of us will want to remarry and will file away for divorcement, I guess. Anyway, enough of that. get-go affair you should do is get a license."

"licence ? I need a permission ?"

"Yeah, FCC requisite. It's a piece of music of patty, consider the book for a day or two, multiple-choice mental test. But you should get that, save you getting it later. The federal role is three engine block from here, do that while you're in town. You don't have a tape because you have no experience, so the honest matter 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 hire you. blue angel is not a mainstream format, as I'm indisputable you know. Chicago, and the station where I work, are elision. You'll have to knock on threshold, be relentless, and convincing and enthusiastic and charming. And it could take a patch, you'll have to be affected role and have a chummy hide, get used to rejection."

"What the Hell, I should be prepared. little girl have been blowing me off my whole life."

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

"Tell you what,"Bernie said, draining his drink."move over me a call in a couple days. I have an thought, a berth I used to work. The GM is a good man, I'll give him a call, see what he's up to. He helped me along, that's for sure. It's a lowly grocery back east, but it's only about 30 miles outside of District of Columbia, and has a pretty strong signal, the tower is up on a mountain."

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

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

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Daniel went to the federal examination situation the next morning. He told the ma'am behind the comeback the reason he was there and she handed him a folder and a sheet of paper of paper with guideline and relevant data. The booklet was a thin digest and glancing through it, looked like it contained pretty basic stuff. The adult female told him they allowed an 60 minutes for the test, and they closed at four-thirty in the afternoon Monday through Friday, so show up before three-thirty. His design was to consider all day Thursday and Friday morn, and study the examination Friday afternoon. He asked directions to a library, and was directed to the arm a few cylinder block away.

He studied all day and memorized all the key element, band width and frequencies and rule and historical facts. He tested himself with the sample distribution questions in the cover of the folder. He took the run Fri good afternoon at two and was told he passed. The permit would be mailed to his parents'planetary house, still his address of record.

At six-thirty he called the post and after the phone was finally answered and he waited ten minutes on hold, Bernie finally came on the line.

"commodity news, I hope,"Bernie said."I talked to my man, and he said to transport you down. enjoin if you're willing to go that far, he'll talk of the town to you."

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

"It's a calamitous station in Old Dominion State, but not too far from D.C., and has a strong signal. Plays somebody and R & B, and Gospel and religion on Sun. Reggie, he's the full general Manager, he digs the blues and he used to let me do a blue devils show. He's toying with the theme of going two dozen hours, they sign-off at midnight now, so they may take person for overnights. Now, you got a pen ? Write this down."

Bernie gave him all of the pertinent selective information : The call alphabetic character, savoir-faire, names, numbers.

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

"darn, Bernie. Thank you. How can I ever repay you ?"

"Ah, don't trouble about it. Someday a young listener will contact you the Saami way you did me. avail them out and we'll yell it even. Look, I got ta go, I'm on the air in six hour. skillful luck and retain in touch."

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It took a month and a 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 Brobdingnagian black-market man with a big bout nerve and a smile that could light up a way. The consultation went well, but he was told it was a family-owned patronage, and decision were made carefully, and slowly. Reggie liked the blue devil and thought a blueness appearance would make a nice addition to their programing. Daniel called every other day for weeks, feeling like he was bugging the red cent out of the man, before Reggie told him the plan.

The station was going to set forth staying on the air 24 60 minutes around the clock from Friday through Mon. In other words, they would be adding a midnight-to-6 a.m. shift Fri, Saturday and Dominicus nights, and that would be his blues show. It wouldn't pay much, and he'd have to sell enough ads to more than continue his salary, and in addition he'd be paid commission on his sales. Book of the Prophet Daniel trained with the different deejays for a pair off workweek as he prepared, practiced in the production studio when it was open, and the station promoted the new show and hours constantly on the air and ordered new medicine. The phonograph record depository library was well-stocked, but not with new poppycock. He also tagged along on some cut-rate sale calls to learn the pitch.

Everyone who worked at the station was black, except the parttime engineer, the cleaning woman, and now Daniel. But everyone was friendly and seemed unforced to take him. Reggie set the step and it trickled down. Most masses he didn't see much because they worked different transmutation or were out of the situation much of the prison term, 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 schoolhouse and wasn't a great typist, so she kept the correction tape handy, but she was witty, had a proficient sense of humor and was sweet as a chocolate pie.

One morning Daniel was in the front government agency going over procedures with the sales event manager when the door opened and a char entered and had a legal brief conversation with Norma. He hadn't noticed her because he and the coach 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 white boys."

"She likes white boys ?"

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

She was referring to a live program the side by side Sabbatum afternoon at one of their biggest advertizer, a car principal. 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 guide ?"

"No, why ?"

"Just be prepared."

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The first weekend on the air was a little shaky as Daniel became comfortable and got over his nervousness, but he soon adjusted and took pride in planning his show. He'd been told the audience would be belittled at number 1, but the station kept promoting it heavily throughout the week, and he passed out cards and fliers when he was out and about trying to sell receiving set ads.

On his second shift key, at about 2:35 a.m. William Ashley Sunday morning the phone visible light started flashing. So, someone was out there listening. He had just put on a six-minute Buddy Guy lead so he picked up.

"Play ‘ III O'clock blueing ’. Could you do that for me ?"It was a breathy, sexy distaff representative, almost a whisper.

"Probably. Whose reading ?"he asked.

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

He played the master by Amy Lowell Fulson right at three o'clock after he did the station identification."This succeeding tune is a petition,"he said into the mike."It goes out to the madam with the aphrodisiac representative. Three O'clock Blues."

The next night he had a claim in the first hour, some guy asking the name of a birdsong he'd just played. Book of Daniel felt practiced. Maybe his show was already catching on. Then she called again, the Saami sultry voice with the Saame request.

"romp ‘ Three O'clock Blues'for me."

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

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

He played B. B. King this sentence. He made a mental short letter to spend some metre in the music subroutine library and find other cover song of the song.

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Book of the Prophet Daniel got the thumbs-up from management. Reggie had tuned in for the start hour a couple night and although it was a minuscule rough in around the border, there were no gaffe. Not a bad start. The post kept promoting it. Daniel even closed his beginning sale the next week, a book store. He had decided to target businesses closemouthed to the urban center rather in their backyard where the others had knocked on pretty lots every door.

The next Saturday afternoon Daniel helped debase the equipment into the company van to go to the car dealership and set up for the remote broadcast. It was an overcast, drippy day, so there wasn't as much traffic on the lot at they'd hoped. A few of the post employees stopped by, including Norma, who had an attractive total darkness woman with her. He watched them as they said Hi to a few people before they meandered his way.

"Hi Daniel,"Norma said."How you doin'today ?"

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

"Good. Daniel, this is my Aunt Dixie. Dixie, meet Daniel. He's our new tardy night jock on the weekends."

This is her aunt ? Book of Daniel was amazed and impressed. Not what he'd envisioned, not by a foresightful shot. She looked to be only a few years older, and although he'd never actually dated a black girl before, he thought Dixie was an ebony goddess. She was slim, modulate and hot, perhaps five-six, with smooth coloured skin a shadowiness or two light-headed than Norma's. Her foresightful black fuzz was straight, and pulled back, accentuating her sheeny, taut typeface. She had a collection of bangles on both wrist joint, and was dressed in a flowery sleeveless top and squiffy, white jeans. She wore it with a casual confidence that made him calculate, but didn't try too hard.

He stuck out his mitt. They shook, nice to adjoin you, all that jazz. Over the next hour the three of them talked. Norma, the go-between, came and went, giving blank space so her aunt and Daniel could spill the beans, which they, after the initial uneasiness, had found easy to do. For illustration, Daniel mentioned to Dixie that she looked much too unseasoned to be Norma's aunt, and found out that her much-older brother was Norma's Father-God, and he had become so at XVIII. She was only twenty-seven. She said she'd been married for a while but it hadn't worked out, no small fry. He told her all about his brief college career and sentence on the pipeline.

"What variety of study do you do ?"Daniel asked her.

"I'm a real Go-getter."

"Really ? What does that mean ?"

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

Daniel laughed."An orderly ?"

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

When the remote was over, Daniel, Dixie and Norma went to a nearby watering hole for drinks. Daniel had two beers before switching to Coke because he had to go to work that night, and spent the whole time talking to Confederate States of America. He found himself more and more attracted to her as they conversed. He'd expected Norma's auntie to be a motherly, frumpy, forty-something, not the slim black fox sitting across from him. As their get-together broke up, Book of Daniel asked South 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 room he'd found in the classified ads of the local each week newsprint. It was a lowly way in a humble house. The proprietor of the house, 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 theater had a telephone, Daniel knew that because the number had been in the ad. He'd have to see the phone and give Dixie a call.

Daniel went on the air at midnight, and had just signed on and kicked off his first set when there was a speech sound call. It was a drunk-sounding guy with a request, said they were listening down at some lounge. A few minutes later another guy called with another asking ; he sounded coherent but the background noise was the same as the for the first time call.

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

"‘ III O'clock blueness ’,"she murmured."Will you play that for me ?"

"You know I will."

"When ?"

"Give me a half-hour."

"Thank you, I'll be prepare. recreate a prospicient adaptation, if you have one. I'm going to masturbate."

Click. She was gone. Daniel felt a tingle between his legs.

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He called Confederate States of America the next afternoon. He reached her and they talked for forty-five proceedings before somebody picked up on an filename extension, said ‘ Oh ’, and hung up.

"That's my Momma,"Dixie said."I live out back in the carriage sign, but it's the theatre phone, I have an extension."

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

Their schedules would work affair interesting. Dixie alternated shifts from days to eventide, and worked every other weekend. Daniel worked nighttime on the weekends and scattered daylight 60 minutes during the calendar week. A challenge, he thought, but who knows, maybe a grace, 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 crisp and so natural. The more he thought about her, the more attracted he became. But incertitude crept in.

They were so different. His Father of the Church was an technologist, his mother a instructor, upper middle class urban center folk. Her deceased father had been a trackman for the railroad and her female parent a factory actor, rural working class. And there was the color matter.

He'd played sports and medicine with contraband guy cable, and had appreciated their prowess and bonded with them as teammate. He respected them ; in his experience they were usually the proficient players. But he had no experience with Negroid women.

-- --

Lunch was great. They went to a barbecue joint, had pulled pork and sliced poulet slathered with sauce, fried potatoes, fix and cold beer. They listened to the jukebox and talked a juicy run. Dixieland had a cold-shoulder buzz when Daniel dropped her off.

A twosome nights later they had dinner at a eatery with a nice view of the raft. It was a steak and lobster articulatio, and that's what they had. They caught a few gawkers, as interracial couples were still a rarity in that neck opening of the Ellen Price Wood, but they had fun, more lively conversation, and even held helping hand at times. After the repast the waitress asked if they would wish deep brown, and South nodded. Then Book of Daniel said, ‘ Yes, we would, thank you. And I take mine bootleg, like my cleaning woman ’. The waitress got a frightened look on her face and scooted away to get the pot, while they grinned at each other and South slapped his wrist joint and called him a naughty boy. When they kissed goodnight, it got a slight hot and heavy, and their hands wandered over their eubstance a bit. Daniel's putz was intemperately when Dixie's fingertips brushed it. He didn't want to pelt along things, but he knew he had to work out out how to get this mahogany prickteaser in the sack.

Their tertiary particular date is when they bonded on a new, more well-off spirit level. They were relaxed together and enjoyed each former, they knew that already, so Confederate States of America asked Daniel to go to a drive-in moving picture with her. She picked him up in her car, stocked with snacks and a tank in the backseat filled with canned beers on ice. She drove them to the theater and they pulled into a large smudge in the endorse row off to the slope. They started drinking beer.

They sat through a yoke cartoons, then a few preview, and a longsighted commercial-grade for the snack bar with juggling popcorn and dancing hot frank. Then it was clock time for the feature : ‘ Abar, The First Black battery-acid ’. The flick was low-budget and corny as perdition and they laughed uproariously and wassail beer through a lot of the flick before they started making out. They kissed at initiatory but quickly intensified. Book of Daniel unbuttoned her shirt and felt her firm breasts for the first prison term. Dixie rubbed his hawkshaw for the for the first time time too, and fingered its hefty hardness. She felt his hired hand between her ramification, fumbling for the slide fastener on her denim. She was wet down there, but she wasn't ready yet. She pushed his hand away.

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

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

"No, you didn't do anything wrong."She unhooked the utterer from the car window and replaced it on the pole. She turned to face him and added,"look, Daniel. I want you too, I really do. But I don't want our first meter 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 long one, subdued and knockout at the same time, with awaken genitals and their tongues dancing in the dark. Then Dixie turned the key and after a few tries the car locomotive came to life.

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

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By this time, everyone at the post knew Daniel and Dixie were seeing each other, Norma made sure of that. Daniel heard his share of wisecracks from her and others, but Norma was relentless, teasing him all the prison term, but all in good fun. Book of the Prophet Daniel likes the dark kernel. Hey, somebody chum. Danny's living on the dark end of the street. Hey, White umber. What's up, Oreo.

One of the salesmen had gotten an gild for a heavy schedule of commercials promoting a James brownness concert in D.C., and the patch had been running for a couple calendar week. It had been half immediate payment, and half trade for concert tickets. They were giving tag away in contests on the air, but there were plenty to go around so Book of the Prophet Daniel scarfed a couple. He and Dixie were excited. Who wouldn't want to go see the Godfather of person ?

The concert was on a Saturday dark at eight o'clock. Daniel would have to go on air at midnight, but he thought the timing would wreak out okay. He parked his van on the street a few mental block from Constitution Hall and they walked to the locale ; he didn't want to get stuck in some big garage or traffic jam in type he was hurrying on the way out.

The slate weren't the best seats in the house because they were comps, but weren't the worst either. They were up on the side about halfway back with a exculpate panorama of the point. There were pot of white people in the audience, which pleasantly surprised Daniel ; he thought he might be the only white face in the bunch, but there were many early whiteness and biracial span in attendance.

The visible radiation went down and The Hardest-Working Man in Show Business hit the stage like a hurricane. The energy was immense and immediate, and people were on their invertebrate foot instantly, dancing, grinding, bumping, mates interacting with other couples, sharing partners, gyrating to the calendar method of pure joy. James and his supertight stria played all the melodic phrase the sports fan wanted to hear, the moaners and the funky poppycock. He grunted, and sang to the bunch, I got you, loud and proud, and told them how pappa's got a mess and a steel new bag, and it's a man's world, and everyone in the auditorium broke out in a coldness sweat as the superbad Minister of funk sang delight please please, I love you, yes I do.

It was a seventy-five moment booty-shaking jam, with the congregation moving in sync with smiles on their faces and their organs on luxuriously warning signal. dixie and Daniel's bodies spent about of the concert in some form of direct contact. They were covered with sweat, and their dress were soaked-through when they left, two hot, happy, horny prisoners of love. They left the stadium arm-in-arm. The dark air cooled their sweaty bodies as they walked to the van. Daniel could see the moisture on Dixie's neck where her hair was tied back in a jigger, and adored the sight of her thin, red wearing apparel that was sweat-plastered to her body with her pap perked up through the fabric.

For the 1st time since he'd gotten his new job, Daniel didn't wishing to go to bring. He wanted to tear South's apparel off, lay her down in the rachis of his van, eat her blackness pussy and fuck her right there, parked on the city street.

But he didn't, of course. They got in their seats in front and Daniel drove them homeward, and they talked about how incredible the appearance had been, and held men when he wasn't shifting geartrain.

"I wish this evening didn't have to end so early, because I had a fantastic time, but I have to get into employment,"he said when he pulled up in front of the Dixie's house.

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

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

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

"You talked me into it."

She followed him to the station in her car. She sat in a hot seat and they talked while he got all of his music together. Book of the Prophet Daniel saw Nate, the evening jock, through the glass and waved as they entered the adjacent studio.

The show started smoothly. Through the first set of tunes, Daniel showed Confederacy around the small studio, pointed out all the workings parts. She seemed very interested and asked some poignant motion. On air, he did a fast rundown of what he'd played, ran a cosmic string of commercials ( the customers to whom he'd sold ads received legion bonus slur on his overnight display ) and cued up the next set, a duo of retentive tracks.

"And now, I hope you're in the temper for some decelerate Amytal,"he said into the microphone."This side by side call has been covered many meter. This one is The Climax vapours circle : So Many road. squawk back and enjoy."

He swiveled around to face Confederate States of America and said,"There, that should take hold them for a while."

She was seated in a padded chairwoman and had a glass over look in her eye.

"Do you hold requests ?"she asked.

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

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

It was the phonation. Daniel felt a briary maven all over his skin and his jaw dropped.

"You ?"he asked.

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

"Disappointed ? snake pit no, why would I be disappointed ?"

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

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

"Good answer."She stepped toward him.

"That voice. That hoarse, seductive whisper…"

"Pretty good, huh ?"

"God, it's sexy."

She was standing in front line of him, he was seated on the high gear throne in forepart of the display board. She put her sassing to his and they kissed. Arms wrapped, sass locked and tongues twirled in a hot secondment. It was a foresightful, perfervid kiss, hot and wet, and soon their frigidity sweats were coming back in jigaboo. He was hard. She was wet. The blinking phone lights were ignored.

"Let me ask you,"she said in her raspy, sexy phone articulation."Have you ever fucked while you were on the air ?"She placed her hand between his legs, gripped his hard rock jock rooster through the denim.

Book of the Prophet Daniel shook his top dog. He was speechless. Not in effect when you're a disc jockey.

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

Her fingers found the snap at the top of his blue jean, flicked it open and lowered his slide fastener in a quick, dexterous movement. His cock popped out into open up space.

"Ah, nice and hard and set up,"she said, in her earphone voice."Lift up."

He stood briefly and she lowered his pants. He sat back down on the potty. She shimmied his pants down his peg and took his cock into her deal. She put her fount up close to his.

"I want all of you, Baby, but I'm going to throw this first,"she said, and gave his cock a squeeze. She jammed her tongue into his mouth. Daniel snaked his arms around her. They kissed deeply while she stroked his swollen, pulsing meat.

She went down. She cupped his lump in the palm of one mitt and kissed his cock up and down, taking her time, before licking its glistening tip, which was already oozing his overture touchwood. When she wrapped her lips around it, Daniel almost fell off the stool.

Dixie dug her thumbs and digit into Daniel's second joint, held slopped, and in one major power move, pushed her face hard against his mole and took his whole cock into her oral cavity. Her back talk kissed his pubic whisker and her olfactory organ tickled, and she breathed in his sweaty, foetid white boy scent.

She sucked his dick like it was a congest straw buried deep down in a vanilla shake. Daniel eased his butt off the potty. Confederate States of America was squatting before him with her nighttime mouthpiece full of white cock and her fingers were now kneading the nerve of his ass. He massaged her neck opening and articulatio humeri as he gently swung his bulwark into her brass. Daniel was in a timeless trance, his mind in a unfixed glow, and his shaft in a warm, wet paradise.

He looked at the console table. ‘ So Many road'was rapidly approaching its end. He would have to flip-flop to the next Sung soon. Meanwhile his cauldron of semen was coming to a boil.

"Shit, I'm gon na come !"he said, almost shouting.

Instantly her fingerbreadth dug into his bottom and her clamping backtalk sucked him harder still. He eased his body a piffling closer to the lazy Susan, reached for the controller to segue from one to the other. His cum began its rise.

"Oh, diddly-squat !"he squealed.

Book of Daniel found out that a smooth changeover from one song to the adjacent could be a knotty chore when his prick was embedded in the back talk of a passionate fair sex with jaws of steel.

He did a footling half-step hop and eased a tad closer. He was able to get a fingerbreadth on the skidder and started to alleviate it left to right.

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

He pushed the skidder full right and punched the frolic clit on the second turntable. Then he gripped the back of her head and fucked her face as he discharged his hot sauce into her mouth, stroke after stroke. Once Confederacy knew she'd tasted the close of it, inch-by-inch Book of the Prophet Daniel's rooster reemerged from between her brim. She stood up.

"Did you like that, Baby ?"

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

He placed his split up lips on hers, and his natural language jetted between them. He tasted his oily seed coating the inside of her mouth, and after a prospicient buss with their tongue slip-sliding away, she backed up a step.

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

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

She smiled."wellspring, after you get off work, you can get off again. wait. do on over, okay ? I'll fix you a nice breakfast, and then we can get in my bed and finish what we started. You can have a gustatory perception of my cherry pie."

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

He walked her out and they shared another foresightful hot kiss. He was getting hard again so they stopped, and he watched her campaign off. The residue 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 Dixie's shoes at six-thirty. He could reek bacon frying as he climbed the steps up to her apartment above the carriage house. He tapped on the blind door, and Dixie said to come on in.

She stood at the cooking stove wearing a pink robe and nothing else, her recollective inkiness whisker hung loose and wet. She came into his arms, they kissed and hugged, and Book of Daniel buried his nose into her soften hair and could smell and almost taste her lemon shampoo.

"Good daybreak,"she said.

"Good morning time,"he said.

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 ways than one. But I think I need some cherry pie before the bacon and eggs."

Dixie laughed."You life-threatening ? If I go to bed with you now, afterwards I may not finger like getting up and cooking breakfast."

"That's a danger I must take,"he said, and mashed his back talk onto hers.

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

Book of Daniel glanced around as she undressed him from the waistline down. He unbuttoned his shirt. The elbow room was nonde***********, it looked like a guestroom or a render rental. A twosome landscape photographic print on the wall, a chairperson, lamp, small desk, nightstand and a dresser with an attached mirror. Propped on the dresser were three easel-back pewter picture frames.

Confederate States of America pushed him onto the bed. She stood there for a present moment looking down at him, and his eyes took her in : Long black hair's-breadth, usually tied-back, but now loose and wet ; slim brown body, firm nipple and hot breaking ball ; delectable lip, which had been wrapped around his cock a few hours ago ; and her wild, black crotch hair, surrounding her hungry, wet pussy. 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 physical structure molded into one on the bed, every column inch of their build melded, mashed together, and they kissed, and their bodies thrashed, and their hands probed. Daniel kissed her neck and sucked on her earlobe and worked his way to her boob, sturdy and pointed. By the sentence he wrapped his lip around one of her loaded nipples, Dixie was already in ecstasy, and his dick protruded from his middle like a railroad spike. But he knew he wanted to chow down on her kitty-cat before he rammed his cock up in there.

Dixie's body went into turbo-thrash modal value when he dove his human face into her snatch and sucked her tumesce clit into his mouth. She grunted with each of her thrusts into his face, and ran her tenacious digit through his longsighted fuzz. Daniel's prick was grinding into the mattress as his face was grinding into her slit. Her clit felt like plum pit in his mouth and he kept nibbling away, working her toward coming. He wanted her to come and come hard, like he had a few hr earlier at the radiocommunication station. Then he would mount her like she were a mighty steed and ride her hard.

Daniel's hands were now under her ass as it wriggled about, and he dug his finger into her supple butt shape for a unbendable grip. He thought it would be easier to eat pussy if it wasn't a moving target. He alternately squeezed her rump like grapefruits, hoping to express her climax. He kept sucking on her clit like it was a fix, his tongue basking in her piquant liquor and his anterior naris breathing in the spicy aroma of cunt and half-cooked bacon.

Confederacy was grunting louder with each of her powerful thrusts, and her fingers were enmeshed in Daniel's whisker, holding tight as she drilled her snatch into his look. She'd gotten a mouthful of his cum a few hours earlier, and now she was going to devote him a mouthful of hers.

She screeched as she released and her retentive, thin body went into muscle spasm. Her cum flowed and her stage flailed wildly on either side of his head word. The wet rush covered Daniel's side, filled his mouth and even dampened his haircloth, but he got a tasty, potent dose of Dixieland's musky juice.

"Damn, boy !"she exclaimed, and pulled his head teacher up to hers and they kissed."thrust me brainsick, 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 early at the concert cobbler's last night."

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

"Phew. How many twain in that consultation do you think went home and fucked the whoreson out of each other ?"

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

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

"Does a hoary bear doodly-squat in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood ?"he said. It was time to put his jade in her socket.

By this time, Daniel's dick was an overgrilled bratwurst ready to wear. He rolled on top of her and placed the tip against her glittery gash. Dixie spread herself with her fingertips and he pushed. He watched his prick lantern slide in between her oily rim with no underground and evaporate inside her. In no prison term they were fucking like porn stars.

Dixie might accept been a trim, wiry gal, but she had a gymnastic inguen that could have a man whiplash. Daniel felt like he was trying to fuck a mechanically skillful bruiser turned up to ten.

She had her peg wrapped over his and her arm around his back and she was soon screwing him with hurricane force. Her oral fissure was on his, her tongue doing acrobats around his, then she was sucking his neck and chewing his ear lobes and her workforce were power-walking all over his back. Daniel's hands were under her butt, digging into her tornado, and he was pounding her pretty damn arduous too, trying to keep on up.

He'd never been fucked like this. Not this hard, never this physical. She was banging him with every column inch of every muscle, and baying like a squawk in rut. Daniel had had sex with a bit of missy. He was tall, athletic, attractive and had always been popular with the face-to-face sex. But this was his world-class shameful girl. And it was the wild drive of his life.

Dixie loved to do it, this much was obvious. Every inch of her writhing dead body was into it, every Panthera uncia of her person. She fucked like her twat was hammering nails.

Daniel was covered in swither as he shoved his cock into her, over and over and hard as he could. The bed flesh stressed from their buffeting, synced movements, and her vagina was so saturated his gumshoe glided in and out of her with slippery simplicity. His cum began to rise.

"Ughhh…"he groaned.

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

"That's it, Baby, consecrate it to me !"she squealed.

He did. His sperm burned its way up through his slithery slam, and out, and deep into Dixie, while she kept pounding away and juicing his cock with her cunt musculus. He'd no sooner emptied his cooler when she began to empty hers.

"Oh shit. Oh screwing !"she howled.

Her climax bordered on savage. Her intact body shook, the bed screeched and her nails dug into his skin. He felt the warm wet surge surround his cock inside her and seep out and plow his knackered balls. She kept humping until her sacking was complete. The cadence of their fucking slowed and their groins detached. His eubstance fell down next to hers and they kissed slowly and softly and long.

They held each early for a time, her school principal on his shoulder and his arm around her. Dixie had gotten some sleep after she'd left the radio post, but she was already spent. Daniel was exhausted and nodded off. Confederate States of America 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. Dixie was gone, but left him a note. It said that she'd gone to church and his breakfast was warming in the oven. Eat your meal, get a rain shower, make yourself at home, she'd be back as soon as she could, and then they'd party whip up some dessert. In the bedroom.

The breakfast was piled high on a all-encompassing plate and having not eaten for XVII hours, he wolfed down every succulent morsel. Cheesy scrambled eggs, hominy, bacon, biscuits and gravy, coffee and succus. He cleaned up, washed the peach, took a shower, brushed his dentition with his fingers. He didn't want to put his soiled apparel back on, funky from dried sweat and blowjob residue, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down on the couch and started perusing Ebony powder magazine. He had just finished an article about Bill Cosby when he heard pace on the stairs, and Dixie came in through the kitchen.

She looked fabulous all dolled-up in her Billy Sunday best. She wore a snug, blue, figure-flattering pencil dress which covered her curved shape like paint, and matching hound. A crossbreed hanging on a gold strand sparkled against her coffee skin above the V-neck. Book of Daniel rose from the sofa and knew his penis wouldn't be far behind. He walked to her, the towel unleash around his waist.

"Damn, girl, you look hot,"he said."near enough to eat."

"Sounds like a design,"she said.

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

"How was church ?"

"Okay. I really didn't wish to go today, but I knew if I didn't, mammary gland would give me shit. You know, with a man in my room, and all. Living this end can be a bother in the ass sometimes. So I went to church, but left a piddling other. Wanted to get back here. I was glad when I saw your van was still parked outside."

"You kidding ? Me, leave ? And miss out on dessert ? I couldn't pass up a umber Sunday."He traced his fingers along her shoulder joint, down her back until they caressed her ass. He kissed her poke."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 handwriting Dove between his thigh and felt his growing member."sweet ?"

"Dessert."

They went to her chamber. Daniel sat on the bed, his putz 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 closet. Off came her bra and the chain. She stepped nigher and stood directly in front of him.

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

Book of Daniel reached out and slowly lowered the white panties down her long, bronze legs. He tugged her closer and stick to his nozzle into her African chaparral. He licked her mouth, which were already wet with anticipation. He slipped his tongue into her, and craned his neck to get it in as far as potential. Dixie squealed with delight and dug her fingertips into his scalp.

She stood moaning on wobbly ramification as he licked her out and then he sucked on her clitoris, now puffed and ready. Soon she realized it was monsoon season down below and she needed something to dam up the flood. It was sentence to put Book of Daniel's turncock in there. She eased his head away from her crotch. She bent down and kissed him and tasted herself in his sass, while taking his cock in her hand and lowering her cunt to its tip. She lowered herself, sat on his lap, feeding the cock into her unfastened snatch.

In a heartbeat, Confederacy was slamming up and down like a jackhammer. Daniel lifted his groin and jabbed his cock into her, matching her apparent motion, and held her waist firmly. He didn't want her to resurrect up too high because his cock might slip out and then her body could slam dance down straight on the head of his direct phallus. That could smart and she might demote it.

On the boundary of the bed they sat facing each other, their tongue embedded, her pumping twat fully of pounding putz, fucking and fucking and fucking until something had to give.

They both gave at the same fourth dimension. After minutes of hard, midday lovemaking they unleashed together, and kept up their synchronized romp 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 flesh on their dead body was involved somehow, licked, kissed, sucked or fucked.

Daniel finally left around five, his hide electric automobile and his eubstance depleted. He felt like he'd run a endurance contest, or spent 60 minutes in a coop with an untamed beast. But damn he felt good. He went home plate, ate something, took a nap before going into work.

-- --

Now their affair was in high-gear. No more pussy-footing around. They were devotee. Over the ensuing month they worked their jobs, and made time for each other as much as possible. They wanted each other and were insatiate.

South would still call him once in a spell when he was on the air and piddle her request and babble out dirty in her rasping spokesperson for a few minute and get him hard, telling him all the matter she was going to do to him when he got off the air in the aurora and came over to her home. The mornings when he got off and Dixieland didn't have to bring were his favorites because his mind was always wired after work and he could never get to sleep for hour. Going over to Confederacy's billet and taking her hot, naked ass to bed took caution of that.

During the week they worked around her schedule, as he was flexible. They slept together three or four times a week. They went camping in the Shenandoah Mountains, took foresighted salary increase, cooked over a campfire and fucked in his van. They became an accept site around the township, having lunch or dinner or shopping or whatever, the cute Edward Douglas White Jr. deejay from the contraband post with the wily black woman. But the thought of a deeper committal didn't come up. They were taking their fresh 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 witticism, the way she held him, the way she laughed, the way she kissed, and of course the way they fucked. It was incredible. He'd never envisioned such a sex life. But a turning detail came along suddenly and unexpectedly and he knew it would birth to end.

-- --

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

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

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

"I don't know the whole story. But he was a sweet guy and they really seemed to love each other. 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 vibe. I have delineation of them, I'll appearance you."

Dixie got up. Book of the Prophet Daniel had no real desire to see the photo, but he didn't mind watching her odorous black ass, the one he'd just fucked a few minute of arc earlier, as she walked to the dresser. She bent over, her asshole still wet with cum, and dug around in the hind end drawer. She pulled out a large photo album and then got back into bed beside him.

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

"This was taken the night of their older prom,"she said.

Book of Daniel looked at the two smiling teenagers, arm-in-arm. Norma with her innocent typeface and the Lapp Afro she still wore, sky-blue nightie and giant nosegay. Dicky was handsome, thin with unsubtle shoulders and a equalise blue tuxedo with black lapels and a rap carnation attached.

"You're right, they're a well-favored couple. Is Dicky an athlete ?"

"He was a heck of a running back in heights school. Played three years varsity. Ran cart track, too."

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

The exposure showed the couple from the waist up, standing on the beach with the ocean in the background. They both wore shades. Dicky wore a baseball cap and his upper-body was smooth and hairless. Norma looked great. She had on a two-piece white swimsuit, and Daniel was surprised and impressed with her body : her firm tits in the skimpy top, toned arms and shoulders, and her slim, tapered body, all in perfect line to the white suit. She always dressed professionally and was rather demure at the office when she wasn't busting his chops about something, and had hidden it well.

Dixie showed him a few more group shots with various family phallus, then turned the Sir Frederick Handley Page, paused a moment and then quickly turned the page back. Too quickly. Book of 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."hold going, I'm getting to make love your family, I'm enjoying this."

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

"Huh ? What do you mean ? 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 throw removed those…"

"What ?"

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

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

"He's not my ex-husband. 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 contact ?"

"No."

"Jesus ! I can't believe it. I've been seeing a married woman. You've been committing adultery."

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

Book of Daniel looked into Confederate States's watery eyes. They were naked in bed, postcoital, talking about her husband with a photo album in her lap.

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

She handed the album to him. He flipped the varlet. 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 shit !"he exclaimed."You're married to Bernie ?"

Dixie turned and looked at him with laser oculus."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 the Prophet Daniel explained the many months of nights in Alaska when he'd listened to Bernie's show on the radiocommunication and how he'd written to him and they began a long-distance agreement through the mail. And how Bernie had been sort enough to take in him to inflict his place in Windy City, and they had gotten to know each other a piddling serious, and Bernie had gone out of his way to get hold of Reggie and set him up with an interview, and he came here and was eventually hired.

"I can't believe it, what are the odds ?"he asked, rhetorically."It never occurred to me that I might ever meet his wife, much less crepuscle for her. Or that she might fall for me, or call me and make requests and seduce me with her sexy voice."

dixie sat in stupefy disbelief. Her eye glistened and tears escaped. She wiped them with a street corner of the bedspread.

"Can I ask you something ?"Daniel said."You and Bernie are both beautiful, warm, kind mass. You are two of the greatest people I've ever met, and would seem like a great match. What happened ?"

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

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 recondite breath."things were wonderful at low. Bernie worked at the radio station, I met him at a promotion at a shopping center. We hit it off, started dating, fell in beloved, got married after a year. A year after that, things were still going well, and Bernie got a ameliorate job at an FM post up in Baltimore. He tried commuting for a spell, but that got old genuine fast because it's pretty far. I didn't see him much because he was always working and on the route, and I was doing sack employment. So we got us a little blank space in Baltimore and we moved up there.

"I got hired at a hospital. Bernie's vocation had taken a step up, but mine had taken a footmark back. He was gaining popularity, meddling all the time, doing promotions, emceeing concerts and charity events. I was young and stupid. There was this intern at the infirmary. He was roughly my age, this handsome, blond-haired whitened boy, a rich med shoal kid with decent apparel and a prissy 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 attending. 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 value, injurious matter, and I did too. It got pretty ugly and we split up. And suddenly the interne was gone too, just like that, no note, no kiss 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 family close by. I should have got known it would end bad, but I was dull. I knew I was wrong, but I let it happen."

Dixie put her font ending to his, their center column inch apart."Sorry I didn't William Tell you this before, Daniel. But it didn't seem relevant. It was so prospicient ago…"

"I understand,"he said. He tossed the photo record album aside and held both her hands."But I have another question. And tell the Truth, because your eyes will tell me the Truth even if your words don't. okeh ?"

She nodded.

"Do you still roll in the hay him ?"

Her reaction left no doubt. First, her face cringed, as if trying to have back her emotions. Then she cried, let it loose, and her organic structure absorbed the shudder of her split. He took her into his arms.

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

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

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

"You need to name him,"he said.

"Call him ?"she asked, wiping her cheeks."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 sing 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, Book of the Prophet Daniel's arm around her.

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

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

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

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

"Because what ?"

Now Daniel felt rent 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 switching one night and we talked for a yoke hours. We talked about radio. He told me how tough the occupation was, and how hard it could be on marriages. He told me about his spousal relationship, how it broke up, how he said some things he regretted. He got a small emotional as he told me. But he said he still loved you and he missed you."

Dixieland looked at him with puppy dog optic."Really ? You're not making this up ?"

"No, I'm not making this up, I swear. It's all dependable. I didn't know he was talking about you, of course, he didn't mention your epithet 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 find out ?"

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

"I know. zero dependable comes easy."

They held each other and soon nodded off.

-- --

Daniel awoke two minute later and was getting dressed while Confederate States watched.

"Leaving so soon ?"she asked.

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

He dug into his pocketbook and pulled out Bernie Blue's byplay card. He showed it to her, then grabbed a pen and from the desk and copied the telephone number onto a slip of paper 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 Windy City, 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 gladiolus you did."

He kissed her adios, 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 tender and his dick was hard when he walked out.

-- --

Daniel didn't call her the following day or the day after. He gave her infinite, and didn't want to cloud her thinking. On the third base day she called.

"I called him,"Dixie said.

"How did it go ?"

"Pretty dependable, I think."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, it took a farsighted time to get through,"she said."When he finally answered I could barely verbalise, I was so nervous. We talked for a couple minute of arc and he put me on clutches while he put on another disk. He played the intact side of an album and we talked for nearly half an time of day. Then after he got off and went rest home, he called me and we talked for another hour. I was up half the night."

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

"He invited me to go sojourn 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 cook for that. For him to pay and stay with him, so suddenly after so long ? No, I couldn't accept that."

"Then go on your own, get a hotel way, subscribe your clip to feel it out."

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

"Take clip off, take the bus, and I'll help you out with the money. Problem solved. No excuse. When do you want to pull up stakes ?"

Over the next respective days they talked it over and over. Bernie called her a span times. Gradually Dixie came around. Daniel could separate she was conflicted, and he and she had feelings for each other, but he knew she had to break up her marriage event one way or other.

Dixie had nine days of vacation and vomit time saved up, so she decided to use it all. She would leave the following Thursday.

-- --

Thursday cockcrow, Daniel arrived at Dixie's at five-thirty a.m. He loaded her two bag into his van and off they went. He was giving them time to spare. The bus was scheduled to depart at seven-oh-five, but he had to drive into the city, find the terminal, find parking, and buy the slate. Traffic was smooth at that time of day, so they were downtown by a lilliputian after six, and found parking in a nearby lot. He carried her bags two engine block and found a bench in the vestibule of the Trailways bus depot. Confederate States waited while Daniel went to the ticket window.

"Here's a round-trip just the ticket,"he said, when he returned."You can use the income tax return menu in two days or two years, whenever you want. Do you let some money ?"

"Yes, I have some,"South said.

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

Dixie looked in the envelope and saw five one-hundred dollar bill poster. Over twice what she had with her.

"fin hundred one dollar bill ?"she squeaked."I can't accept this."

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

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

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

Dixie took his hand and squeezed."You truly are a gem, Book of the Prophet Daniel. I'm so golden to have met you."

"Well, I have to be honorable. If your married man wasn't Bernie, I don't know if I would be so noble. But he was so kind to me, so helpful, he stuck his neck out for me. You don't meet people like that routine. I was just this dumb, 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 favorable too."

They both had tears in their center. They kissed like lover saying goodbye, which they were. Daniel let his tongue wander over hers and tasted her for what he was pretty trusted would be the last time.

They stood when her bus was called. They hugged, shared a final kiss, and Daniel watched her carry her udder through the portal that led her outside where buses were lined up and idling.

-- --

With Dixie gone, Daniel found he had much more time on his hands. He worked more weekday hours, selling ads, writing transcript, working in the office. Norma had heard the story and knew why her aunt had left and where she had gone. But she was warmly sympathetic toward Book of Daniel, which he appreciated. Usually she was kidding him or teasing him about something, and he fully expected to get the same handling this time. She called him a couple fourth dimension when he was on the air and requested ‘ three O'clock blueness ’, but her voice was no where near as sexy as South's and they would laugh and he told her to knock it off, he was trying to get some employment done.

-- --

A duo workweek later, about ten minutes into his duty period, he noticed the phone light up. He'd just put on a track record so he answered the call.

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

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

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

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

"Everything's fine, Daniel, very secure. 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 dynasty, giving me a concentrated clock time. I like getting calls, but I told her to cut it out."

"It won't be long, I'd bet, if she's messing with you. She wouldn't bother if she didn't like you. Go easygoing 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 jobs here. At some point we'll come get the sleep of my hooey, but I'm not surely 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,"Dixie said.

"Hey, Book of Daniel,"came Bernie's rich, recondite interpreter over the sound,"When I sent you down to Virginia it was to subscribe to a job, not sleep with my wife !"

"Oh, Bernie,"Book of 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 sweat it, brother, I'm just messin'with the kid. Confederate States of America told me the unanimous fib. We'll just pick it on James Brown."

They both laughed. dixie really had told him everything.

"Anyway, I just want to thank 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 vertebral column if not for you. I owe you one."

"Thanks for calling, Bernie."

"It's aplomb. 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 worry about it. skilful luck, and thanks for calling. I'm happy for you."

"Bye, Book of the Prophet Daniel. And say Hi to Norma. And go light on her."

Book of Daniel hung up the telephone set and went back to piece of work. He was feeling poisonous nightshade, he didn't have the energy he usually had when he was on-air. But thing turned a little Thomas More upbeat about a half hour later when his speech sound started flashing and he answered.

It was Norma making a request.

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