PANIC

At two XL five in the middle of the Night my Mustang quietly drifted backward out of the driveway into the wickedness. I had somehow changed into boxers and a sweater. I was physically retch as I drove. several metre I thought I would have to break and emesis. The streets were evacuate. Traffic lights were mostly blinking yellowness. My psyche spun so badly I feared going off onto the sidewalk several times.

Finally, I manage to get down to the hood. Here everything was blanket awake. Bobby's street was animated. There were several calamitous guy wire sitting on his porch. I could hear medicine playing from somewhere. The street was parked full, but his driveway was hollow as common.

There was a commotion as I pulled back along the house. A very big black guy opened my threshold and led me up the back steps. Bobby came out to the backbone porch rubbing sleepy eyes. I remember crying when I saw him. He said cipher, just gave me a inviolable embrace, a deep sweet candy kiss, and led me up to his elbow room on the moment storey. Everything he did was filled with kindness.

His elbow room was big and fancy. His bed was enormous. I was an worked up wreck.

I remember him taking off my clothing. He gave me what he called a sleeping contraceptive pill. I remember the warmth of his organic structure. I remember his sassing. I remember the opprobrious night with trench auditory sensation sleep.

I awoke some long sentence later. It was daylight. I was completely nude, covered with a blanket, lying beside Bobby in his enceinte four poster canopy bed. I was resting on his right arm as he lay propped up on respective big pillows, looking down at me, smiling, wide awake. I will always remember the feeling that came over me ... I was a little female child again. I was condom. There was no one here that would scream at me, sentence me, or ridicule me or worse.

"Wow girl, you damn near slept the clock around. It's the middle of the afternoon. Bet your feeling a lot better now."

I moved up a little on his arm to depend toward the window.

"How long have you been waken ?"

I asked quietly.

"I've been here for hours, holding you and letting you catch up on that rest."

He smiled down,

"You really needed some especial attention when you got here last dark, lover. You were at the end of your straw."

"I wondered what the perdition had happened to you until I put my questions out to the hood and started to get back the answers. They tell me that wholly Theodore Harold White world shit on you big clip. You had every reason to me a mountain. Guys in building maintenance at the infirmary put out that a kick in reception did you in, big time. She set the whole world on you.

You came to the decently place. I'm sword lily you got here without getting suffering. Bobby will always get your back. I put things together for you right after you got here. I had my bozo put your car in the garage so it wouldn't be found and I put the watchword out in the hood that we want you to give total protection here. You're prophylactic. Not even the bull will mess with you here. I got it all under control."

I turned on my face to present him and hugged him so tightly my breasts started to respond.

"Bobby you can not imagine the horror I went through and they only know a small part of the story. I have never seen people so angry. Thank you for taking me in. I'm so glad to be with you, to be safe from that nightmare if only for a few minutes."

He looked at me with a mock disgust.

"What do you have in mind ... a few second, girl ? Get that moment stuff out of your psyche. A few minutes don't clear it for you. You came here out of a globe of jack and revilement that ain't going away. It will only get worse, far spoilt, if you go back and they beat the whole story out of you. They don't give a red cent about you and you know it. There is nothing but hurt for you there, and you don't need any part of their poop ; empathize ?"

He hugged me to him,

"On the early side there is nix but felicity for you here with me."

He hesitated looking down at me. I could feel loving commitment in every motion he made. He was so concerned about me.

He put everything right on the table for me,

"If you think you want more of that shit back dwelling house, Caroline, you secure go back right now, before all my kindness gets under your skin. Don't stop and get caught up in all the honey that I have for you or you will never go back. Get up, right now, and head domicile. I'll have your car backed out and ready by the time you get dressed and down there. Just say the word."

He hesitated again. Looking at me with the most possessive look I have ever seen,

"If you stay here now, you are here with me from now on ; understood ?"

The ugly scene in the kitchen lastly evening came flooding back. My dad's tempestuous face ; I had never seen anyone so angry ; my mother crying uncorrectable with disappointment and regret.

I lay there cradled in Bobby's loving arm, warm, safe, comfortable.

Slowly, revolutionary intellection started to come over me. I lay on his arm in comfort and security, but I knew his last words were not an jobless threat."If you stay you are here from now on."With that foremost in my thinker, I thought through to the most important finis of my living. There was a bad matter about my home life that I had never allowed myself to consider until now. It all became clear as I thought about go night.

My parent's anger explained so much. I could not get the saturation of my parent's anger out of my intellect. Their anger had been unbelievable. I had never seen people so distraught. Why, oh why, would they be so angry knowing only what they knew ? So I was fraught. They thought it was by a fellow classmate, Kyle. If that were true as they believed, that would not be the end of the earth. It happens. It might cause called for some disappointment on their component part, but zippo like the vial, hateful, discussion I got from them.

It had to be something much more ... something that went far beyond the obvious ... and as I lay there it started to turn clear.

There was one and only one explanation for the dreaded ira. Think about it. In all that had been screamed at me ... in all that had been threatened ... there had been one thing clearly missing. I was a frighten pregnant female child, but I was still their lone daughter, and they had not offered even one manifestation of concern or love. They had offered nothing supportive. No compassion what so ever.

There was a reason ... a very big reasonableness ... and here was that understanding. The entire diatribe had been about them. It was all about the disappointment they were going to experience ... the superfluity at the club ... the plethora in the neck of the woods ... the frightful depression this would throw with relatives and their friends.

As I lay there, cradled in Bobby's loving munition, my thinking continued to expand. All these yr, I had been zilch but a show art object for my parents. As long as I was the cute, well dressed, a good bookman that showed well, everything was sumptuous ; but one improper step ( admittedly a very big step ) and I was role non grata. The whole thing was about what a nightmare this was going to be for them, what a humiliation for them.

Through the geezerhood I did everything just as they wanted, so I showed well. To them I was just like a loot cow at the county bazaar. I had to prove well.

well now their cow was knocked up with big utters and they had kicked her out of the barn into the cold. She had embarrassed them. They did not hate me ... they didn't even cognise me. I was only a display slice and now I was ruined.

I sobbed. Bobby hugged me gently and slowly all the nasty stuff was pushed from my mind by the warmth and promise of his body next to me in this bed. My conclusion regarding my parents was absolutely right ... I had the settling look that comes with a final disclosure. To my parents I was nothing but a prize, but to man beside me I was of import in my own right. His business organisation was all about me. His interest was helping me do those things that were best for me.

I hugged Bobby tightly and moved upward to his rim. He pulled me over on top of him, I spread so naturally and he entered me smoothly. My weapon system went around his head and my face went down past his right ear as I murmured with joy. For the future twenty minutes I clearly demonstrated not only that I was staying with him, but I was most grateful to be able to do so.

We finished absolutely together and he kept me on top of him as he hugged me repeatedly.

"Girl, what a way to tell me you have made your decision. That early world will never stimulate another chance to underprice on you. Right here with Bobby is where you want to be."

I nodded and tightened my arm around his neck.

"Well, we have lots of just thing we need to get done, Caroline."

He looked up at me, moved upward into my trunk and I climaxed again in his weapon system. My legs straddled him firmly.

He murmured lovingly,

"You sure are on instrument panel in more ways than one, lover."

I nodded and hugged him one more metre and he responded, arching upward to force back me farther up the hill sexually.

Bobby had just climaxed a third time deep within me when we were interrupted by a delicate knock at the room access. I rose up and he looked at me warmly,

"That is one of my guys. I asked him to bring a car around front and take you over to tercet Gallery."

I hugged him.

"I have asked Trey to tattoo a small-scale dedication symbolic representation on your cute potbelly ... just a sweet little memento of this little contract bridge between us."

It was strong and rubber beside him here in bed, but I understood his sorry English as well. He was a loving man with a very kinky inclination. I worked to see to it my anxiety and the erotic desires welling up within me. He wanted to suffer me tattooed with some symbol that linked us together. Tattoos last a life sentence meter. A shiver passed though me. I was filled with questions.

I hugged him and kissed his lips.

"Bobby ; how big ? Where ? I ..."

"No dubiousness girl ... you have made your decision and I have made mine. I know you trust me completely or you would be headed abode right now, right ?"

I hugged him again.

"I need to pick up your words, girlfriend. Is there contend cartel. The unattackable trust that you need to be here with me."He responded.

The erotic campaign within me overwhelmed any concerns or enquiry ; hands down.

"Yes, I trust you. I trust you completely.

You can do what you want with me. I am yours"

I shook all over as I considered the level of dedication I had just given this very kinky fatal man.

Things went quickly. As I got up he handed me a blue velvet robe from his walk-in closet, cipher more. At the chamber door a magniloquent Negro guy took my script and led me straight down the stairs, out the presence doorway and into a waiting limo. I sat alone in the back. There was a drink waiting in the cup holder. The driver's only words were,

"Bobby wants that piffling shabu empty when we get to Treys. Ok ?"

I nodded, he shut the threshold. I drank everything in one heavy gulp as the car started down the street. I wanted no chance for second thought. My parents had dumped me and this man loved me so. I fully trusted him. He had proven he was completely on my side in this.

3's was a in good order looking establishment in a cartoon strip plaza kind of on the border of the cap. I felt a bit block dressed only in the blueness robe, but the driver circled to the rachis of the building and I slid out of the limo and into the binding door. I felt well-chosen and dizzy already. The drink had, had its effect.

Just inside the back doorway, I was met by a suddenly backbreaking inkiness guy with a panoptic and set smile.

He supported me as we moved back through the building. With each step I felt more lightheaded. Somehow I expected to. That is why I just gulped the drink in the car.

We ended in a small way at the back of the hall, where he half lifted me onto a table. I was on my vertebral column. I remember my gown falling open completely exposing me ; at least I think it did. The world went dim. The finish thing I remember at all was a buzzing sound as the unforesightful black guy set over me and worked on my humble tum. So this"symbol"was going to be on my gloomy stomach. My public went sort of blackness and brown and my sentiment became happy petty brightly colored snippets.

It seemed like only moments later when the short cute guy came around the table to essay a panoptic gold dance orchestra that had been placed snuggly around my neck opening. In my haze I can only think of him turning it slowly and complimenting his confederate on a good job.

The whole thing didn't seem to contract long at all. Within instant I was in the Limo headed back to Bobby's ; although I can not retrieve walking out to the car. I do remember that once I was seated, the number one wood placed a hot cup of coffee in the cup holder for my return trip. It tasted practiced. As the limo moved along I became more and more lucid and with that more and more singular about what had been done on my lower body. Slowly, I opened the front of the robe and looked down.

"Holy Shit"

Bobby had said he wanted a modest symbol. well he sure had one. It was his signature tattooed in drear black cursive script ;"BOBBY ”, about half an inch high school, decoratively outlined in red. The writing was centered just above my blond pubic fuzz. The full tattoo was over an edge high and five inches long. It was like a enceinte summit completely across the top of my pubic region.

An erotic affright brought me to wax reality. It was large enough and bright enough that one could clearly read it from across the room. It was there for ever more, for the remainder of my lifespan.

For a moment fear and a flood of possible bad consequences flooded my mind, but I quickly covered up with the folds of my robe and all the bad thought process were gone, only erotic thoughts prevail. I belonged to the quirky, perverted, ponce and I had willingly agreed to his placing this very possessive symbolisation on me permanently. This was so weird, so erotic and so dangerous, but it was a minuscule thing compared to the prick I left behind in the white world.

Another emotional thought crossed my head. This tattoo symbolized I had resigned myself to Bobby and with that I knew I had resigned this pregnancy to his wishes as well. I knew what Bobby wanted, and what Bobby wanted Bobby got. He had been perfectly clear-cut from the first. He wanted me to have this baby. It was all over for me. My designation at the woman's clinic had passed while I was still in bed with Bobby this morning. I had missed it without cancelling. No pauperization to recollect about seeing a doctor again about it. They clearly told me it was my net effectual window to have an miscarriage even with the special elision. My options were gone.

In some ways I felt relieved. I was now going to do one very justly matter among all the untimely matter. I looked down at my obvious tum. It was evident even with the gown. It was betimes October. I would be having a sinister baby in about five months.

Jamal was going to be a father. We needed to talk very soon. He was going to wonder what happened to me. He was going to be so confused. My relationship with him going forward was a big unknown, but my past"relationship"with him was clearly plain and growing inside me every day.

The limousine moved deeper into the hood somehow symbolizing for me that the road ahead was uncertain, but my body was now committed. I just had to trust that Bobby would get me through all this.

I was almost back to Bobby's when I realized I was also wearing a all-encompassing gold band around my cervix. I swung a mirror from the English of the limo to see it. It was a upstanding set about an inch all-encompassing with a Au ring in the presence. It was snug on my neck. I rotated it slowly but could see no way to hit it. There was no clutches, no crinkle. That minute guy had somehow installed it while I was out on the table being tattooed.

It was mid afternoon by the time I arrived back in the hood. I was completely wide awake and back to my normal self. The limo device driver stopped right in forepart of the house and opened the threshold as Bobby came down the steps.

Bobby had the most possessive smile on his nerve. He reached for my hand to help me out of the car and wind me up the steps to the porch. Just before opening the front door to the business firm he reached into his pocket and produced a short Au chain which he promptly snapped onto my cervix circle. His smile was the most possessive look I had ever seen.

right wing there on the porch he released the tie to my robe and opened it. He moved behind me and slowly sensually he turned me around toward the street. He hesitated with my body and the tattoo fully on display and I watched the reaction of the sinister guys loitering nearby on the sidewalk, in the back street, and across the street. How possessive can a man be ?

Once satisfied that everyone knew about my returning. He turned me and led me into the front room by the short amber Ernst Boris Chain. I looked around to see no lupus erythematosus than twenty black men lounging around the aliveness room. It was clear they knew I was coming back. I was immediately the center of care. A clearly distinct grumble grew among them and then quieted as Bobby led me to the middle of the room.

The group of blacks all stood as one and closed around us as Bobby opened the front of my gown and turned me slowly to establish the new tattoo signature to everyone. It was greeted with mutter, and tranquil confident comments. I glanced downward. The contrast of my blond pubic hair with the shining sinister and red of the tattoo were so patent.

Travis, the castrate, came over, looked down at me, and smiled widely.

"Bobby, my man, this is one beautiful piece of art. You done laid a terminal claim on this meaning bitch."

He looked at me directly,

"wealthy person you looked at your new artwork, Caroline ?"

I could just smell out what Bobby would want me to say. I looked downward over my fraught breadbasket,

"Yes, Travis. Bobby got me respectable, didn't he ? It drives me wild."

I answered quietly. An uncontrolled tremor passed through my body. Bobby's grin was something to remember.

He began to slowly turn me again. I could feel dampness. One More slow down turn with my gown held back such that I was on wide-cut display and he took me through the group and up the stairs. We arrived at a room I knew quite well.

BOBBY'S INIATION

We walked over together to sit on the edge of the bed. He turned toward me and carefully snapped the free end of the Au mountain range up to my neck isthmus. He then let the string fall down in a loop between my boob like a piece of jewelry. It really was beautiful ; a unique, very possessive, necklace.

He smelled so expert. He looked so black so vivacious. Suddenly a new logic invaded my distracted creative thinker. All this activity with Bobby—all his commitment—it was exactly what I needed to get rid of all the angriness and worry from the"former"world. That gabardine world was all about my parents ; their acquaintance, and their program that I had to scramble to conform to. This worldly concern was all about me, right now, right here. My configuration was complete.

The mankind of hatred at home was far behind me, now. I was a new person. My decision about this maternity had been made for me, and I was tattooed with a commitment to this new world.

Bobby always seemed to be able-bodied to study my mind. He looked at me with the most make love expression,

"Well, Caroline you are fully committed now. All that insane bullshit in your other world is behind you. Stand up princess and let me see my lovely tattoo again."

I stood, turned toward him, opened my gown like a theatre curtain, and held it open. I knew what was coming. My pregnant tummy could not be cuter. I watched as his rim found his theme song. He kissed each letter time after time, with his weaponry wrapped around beneath my gown holding me close-fitting. Then his tongue began to slowly descend through my thin pubic hair to recover my most sensitive spot. For the future XX min he devoured me. I was bound tightly in his unassailable Negroid implements of war as he drove me out of my scull. I moaned freely, time after time until I began climaxing wildly and encircled his black kinky brain to draw him inward even more tightly.

We remained bound together with his entire face buried in my sex as I trembled and shook all over. Finally he released me and allowed me to change by reversal and burst beside him on the edge of the bed. He reached over to take hold of my enlarged right breast and become me to him. I could feel dampness everywhere.

He kissed me sweetly,

"Hey lover, I am going down to attend to some business concern. We want to enjoy your new status.

I will be sending up some troupe to pee-pee you happy. Understand ?"

I looked at him with my most incredulous expression. He knew where he had taken me. He had done this to me many times before. He had heard my rampage on other men after he turned me unloose on them after he did this to me. He had theme from these men after I was finished on them.

He knew he had me out of my brain with lust. He just wanted confirmation ... entertainment ? He loved to hear me concede how lots he owned me.

"Bobby, you own me and you know it. You've driven me wild like this many metre before. I am so make to do whatever with whomever you want."

He looked at me with that erotic smile and slowly reached down to caress my properly tit. It immediately responded into his deal. He licked his medal and returned it to my bosom,

"I have several guy rope down there that want to do up here very badly. Do you want to take care of their need for me ?"

I smiled and nodded,

"You know I will sir. Just aspect at me. I will do anything you want and enjoy every minute."

That was it. He was absolutely right. He knew exactly what type girl I was. I knew exactly what I was as well. We both knew exactly what would happen next.

He got up and looked down at me. It was the most possessive case feel I had ever seen. I shuddered with expectancy. It was all the way he loved his work. He knew exactly where he had taken me. He knew exactly what to do next for me. He knew what I would do with whomever he sent to me.

"goodness girl."

I lay nude except for the robe, driven with desire, as he turned and left the room leaving the doorway open.

Immediately a very young, very tall, very tenuous, very black unseasoned guy with a panicky look on his face came in. His eyes were filled with such lust.

I quickly sat up and turned to sit on the side of the bed. I removed the robe. I was completely nude person. My arms went out automatically to greet him. He walked toward me while removing his shirt. He was rippled, so athletic looking. My helping hand found his belt ammunition buckle, then his boxers, then an enormous ready erection.

I went backward onto the bed pulling him with me. We move upward toward the pillows together. He came over me. I spread to the limit under him.

His weight was very get off compared to others I had taken, but he was extremely athletic.

I was so set ; so moist. He entered smoothly and my vagina consumed his wide-cut length in one warm satisfying move. Our bodies came together tightly and his CVA began firmly right away. Twenty minutes later, with his unit buried to the limit in my dead body and his spit buried to the limit in my throat, he came violently.

Once again Caroline broke the principle for a cocotte. She climaxed with her fan. She had fallen in love.

dear lecturer, not a Scripture had been spoken between us, but an emotional attachment had developed so quickly. It was another wonderful unique loving.

After a piffling rest we continued. We finished wildly together several more times and then he remained on top of me deeply embedded in my trunk as neither of us wanted this to end.

I felt secure, glad, and complete as a adult female. There was no way the botheration of the white man could find me beneath this howling creature.

It felt so natural to have him resting between my legs. sentence and again he would shiver, drain, and then together we would tremble uncontrollably. Warm, loving feelings flowed between us. It was like we had known one another for age, but still not a countersign had been spoken.

Sometime later, he kissed me soundly, again and again, and then slowly lifted from my wet dead body. He arose from the bed and dressed while constantly looking down at me with the most committed face.

In the semi-darkness our eyes locked on one another. His expression slowly changed into a kaleidoscope of gratification and possession. My heart was filled as well as my body.

A compulsion came over me. For some garbled reason I had to look down to see if BOBBY'S could feature been erased by all the wet and the eff gesture. Can you believe I was relieved to see it had not ? The tattoo stood out brightly in the semidarkness. I was a most possessed young womanhood -- possessed on all levels.

He had noticed my coup d'oeil downward to the tattoo and wheel spoke for the start time,

"No question about where you belong, is there ?"

He asked gently touching the tattoo,

I looked up right into his eyes, circularise my wooden leg every-so-slightly, and answered with a smile,

"There's no question about where you belong either, is there my buff !"

He smiled broadly and bent down to snog me.

"You're sure as shooting right. I belong right there."

I rose up on my knees in the bed and encircled his neck as I kissed him. He deserved some additional affection and Caroline deserved it as well.

He looked up at me,

"You are very exceptional, girlfriend. You are everything comrade could woolgather for."

He very reluctantly turned away, looking down at me all the time.

"My time is up."

He offered.

His expression said everything ; he had come to me with luxuria ... it was now love ... honest love.

He went out the door and I fell back onto the clean pillows reflecting. My bed seemed so evacuate, my brain needed to be active the right way away to deflect feeling lonely.

numbers racket always work their way into my thought. At least XL black guys had sexed me during the computer programme I had been on with the"doctor"... maybe many more.

One by one I tried to recall them. As I did, I had to admit I had such stiff heart for each of them. Although they might give viewed me as a whore, there had not been one unkind here and now. They were lovers and each of them had come to me with a need and left in love.

Then the idea crossed my judgment ... I was certain all of them knew the plan was a sham ? It was wanton to convince myself that they did.

It is all so complicated. Bobby is really such a in force kind guy. He treats me like a princess. Why in the populace would he do what he did to put together the program of fraudulence, why would Bobby go to all that trouble ? Was it just the money ? Surely, with all he had going on, he did not need to do that just for money. Was it just some hazardous selfless secret plan for him ?

As I lay there thinking, a Christ Within bulb came on in my head ; there was only one answer. Right from the beginning, in his own way, Bobby had been the good, kind, guy that I now knew and trusted. From the very beginning, Bobby only wanted me to do the right thing.

When his crazy computer program was finally revealed I initially thought he was a horrible self centered pander. But, that was not the causa. He really had my best interest and the best interest of this baby at heart right from the beginning. He put me through the wholly thing because he wanted me to quit seeking dangerous alternative and stick around pregnant.

I relaxed in the bed with a completely new understanding that, for the first prison term, aligned everything. I gazed down over my nude statue body ... my tattoo ... my obvious tummy. Bobby was a expert guy from the offset. I was the one who had done legal injury. I was pregnant when he met me. He had to play the hand he was dealt. He only wanted what was right.

Was that all there was to it, or was it a logical extension service of the sinister man's taboo desires for a white woman ? There was no question he found such ego Charles Frederick Worth handling my"situation ”. I thought about all the black men who had sexed me. They all found such a possessive case ego boost as they possessed my body.

As common my creative thinker moved back to numbers. It was like counting sheep. In accession to all those smutty Guy that had sexed me during the program, hold out Nox alone I had taken at to the lowest degree ten more lovers ... so I was going to look this lovely athletic guy as routine fifty five. That was a good number for him. What a nice young guy. My, he was big, tenacious and strong.

I had just finished my musing when another black-market lover knocked quietly on the jamb and slowly came through the outdoors threshold.

He had removed everything in the hall except his pugilist shorts. He made his way directly to the bed and into my waiting arm. He was ready, so very ready. I had learned to let my fan have some freedom as to what they did with me, and much to my surprise he wanted me on top of him. What a good estimation. I loved to be on top. I had learned that afternoon go summer with Bobby, when I am on top I can put things right where I want them to be. I reached down between us and guided a very thick, very hard, black male person unit of measurement directly to the maculation deep within my vagina that drove me crazy. I then slid down along him further until I had him pressing firmly against the two erotic slur at the top of my vulva. He had me ... or I had him ... all three of the baseless post deep in my soundbox were engaged.

When I was finally in this staring position, my with child breasts were also suspended just above his facial expression. They were filled and a bit of a annoyance. I leaned down close to his ear

"My breasts really want attention."

That was all I got to say for the side by side hr. He went to figure out as requested. It felt so good. He consumed from one and then the other, all the time gently supporting and massaging with both hands. My response was contiguous but there was still no way he knew how appreciative I was.

I moaned and began a slow grinding circular on his body. Together we found a tremendous human relationship. For the next hour we dedicated ourselves to taking as much as we gave. He took my lactation and delivered his sperm into my vagina.

Bobby finally came to my room around eleven in the evening. The door was standing open ; it had been open all along. He quietly knocked on the door jam and then turned to go back down the stair. At some full point my black lover had turned me over and moved on top to unbend. The knock was his signal that fourth dimension was up. Without the knock we would have been right here for the remainder of the night. We embraced. He came down near my right ear kissed me and whispered,

"Wow woman, what a buff you are. I have to severalise you though, I am not surprised. I knew you would be from that first day I followed you when you shoplifted at Mallmart."

My heart jumped. He was one of the guards that originally caught me. I released my branch from around him and tried to see into his face. He lifted and looked down with a smile.

"Did you remember me ?"

I brought him back down against me,

"I would much rather remember this."

I commented.

He looked down at me with such a fuck face,

"I am so glad Jamal didn't catch you that day. What a waste matter that would make been."

He hugged me. We kissed again. He slid out of the bed and into his boxershorts and was gone.

I lay very still, nude, flat on my back looking downward in the semidarkness. My tummy was very distinct and cute, my tattoo was very obvious. I smelled very good, and much loved. My black lover tally was up one Thomas More.

WORKING WOMAN

I was just dozing off when Bobby returned. My door was standing heart-to-heart. He walked in, smiled down at me in the bed, and then reached down to snap his atomic number 79 chain onto my neck opening dance orchestra. An unmitigated sensual chill passed through me from principal to foot as he tugged gently on the concatenation as a signal to get up and follow him.

I stood up and he led me out and down the hall completely nude. The hall was dark, but I could see shape of others moving down at the far end.

Once in his room Bobby took me directly to his bed. He stood for a moment taking off his African Caftan looking down ward at me all the metre. I purposely make sure enough my eye stayed locked on his as he moved about and came onto the bed and slip very close to my right side. His arm went under my neck opening and we rolled to face one another in a steadfastly embrace.

Finally, he said something,

"Princess, you are something very especial. I knew it from the beginning. As scare off as you were that day I met you, you needed sexual tending so badly and you took me so willingly. That alone told me so much."

He smiled at me,

"All these guys love you. I get the just report. Bobby has a o.k. new E. B. White lady friend. span of those guy that were here tonight knew you from before. The Christian Bible is out. All over the cowl there is potent expected value. You're getting lots of care as a loving lady. Are you happy with all that ?"

I hugged him.

"Yes sir. If it is what you want for me."

It felt so right to be close to him ; to be condom in his house and in his realm, and in his neighborhood. All the hatred and screaming was far behind me. Every black guy he had introduced me too had been so loving—so caring and so real. I was no longer just a cute show piece to be put on display at the nation golf club in a new spring dress. I was somebody for the first prison term in my life story. I was truly the meat of attending.

Bobby reached to his bed side stand and brought over a small tube of organic structure cream. He started with my foundation and proceeded to knead and put moisturizer on every in of me as he continued softly talking.

It was quite former, or maybe quite early when he wrapped me in his arms and I heard his breathing turn heavy.

I awoke late morning to the sense of smell of good coffee berry and 1st Baron Verulam. I was alone in Bobby's big bed, absolutely nude.

Bobby had just come in the door followed by another contraband guy with a large tray. Breakfast in bed, what a goody !

Quickly I checked and was pleased to ascertain, Caroline had retained everything that had been delivered into her body last even. There were no embarrassments in Bobby's beautiful bed. Thank goodness because, Bobbie came into the bed and we propped up on big pillows close together to enjoy breakfast.

Halfway through the repast he pointed across to a garment on his rattan dresser.

"I had that outfit over there brought up for you to outwear today. I think you are going to see like a million Pearl Buck in it."

I looked at him and smiled. His human face had the lustre of command passion I expected, but in plus he looked strangely troubled. He took a sip of coffee berry and then continued,

"There are two uncomfortable matter we need to get behind us as soon as we can.

The first base is to have a get together with that big rivet Jamal. I want him to know the set up at the hospital blew up in your nerve and he is going to be a daddy. I also want him to get it on that you are safe here with me. We want to screen how lots he really wants to be involved. Not that it matters too much. Bobby has everything under ascendence no matter what Jamal wants. It's just we want him happy. We don't want any surprises."

I looked at Bobby and said nothing. I knew this was part of the whole equation that needed an result at some dot, but it was all so scary. I had no estimate how Jamal would respond or what would happen, but Bobby was right—it was better to do it quickly.

He sat in silence a moment,

"The other thing is how to let your parents know you are ok without creating a war. Right away this morning I want my striking to find out is if anyone has filed a missing person report on you. That could be a briary issue. We sure do not need anyone snooping around down here looking for you. Maybe what is needed right now would be an untraceable phone phone call from you ; maybe to you engender"

He went silent pondering.

When the meal was finished, he set the tray outside the threshold and went into the original bath together. His all glassful shower bath was wonderful. There was no way a man could possess been more attentive to his Lady.

A full thirty minutes later we returned to the bedroom wrapped in towels. Bobby asked me to stand by the bed for a moment while he went over to the rattan cane dressing table and returned with a tribal sarong over his arm. It was beautiful in opposing colours to what he was wearing. He took my towel and helped me into it. It had a beautiful perfume and fit me perfectly. It was a thin luxurious velvet material held in placed by a colorful matching belt around my waist.

A glance in his full length mirror told me I was gorgeous, but it concealed very little. My light blond pubic hair was not discernible, but the tattoo right above could be read through the garment if individual really looked.

I slipped my feet into leather sandals Bobby had brought from the closet. He went down on one knee in front of me to wrap the leather ties of my sandals up around my lower leg. Strange erotic emotions overtook me as I looked down on his blackness. He worked at my ramification slowly while often glancing over at our epitome in the mirror. He could easily be a royal king from some exotic African land with his Edward White, blond, blue eyed slave lady friend. A shiver passed up through me starting cryptic in my physical structure. This man owned me.

This all was so foreign. I was desperate when I arrived here in the middle of the dark. My public at home had completely collapsed into panic. I have never known anyone to be as angry as my folks that evening. I arrived here just looking for any port wine in a tempest. I thought Bobby would furnish me some protection, but it would be brusk condition and at a price.

Little did I know how far he would exact all this. In his strange nappy way this man loved me like no one ever had. Once I understood his motive regarding this pregnancy everything fell into place. I was in a safe loving spot. This wonderful intervention was such an indicator of who he really was. All these other confusions in my liveliness could be worked out as long as this man was on my side.

I reached down and gently rubbed his articulatio humeri as he worked with the standoff on my lower legs.

As I did, I became cognisant that my breathing had turned to panting. Just this one act of sensual loving kindness on his section was all it took to induce me so turned on again. There was no way to hide how I felt about him.

When Bobby finished with the sandals, he stood up, took my gold chain and led me over to his broad length gold framed mirror. I stood looking at my image as he came around behind me still holding the chain.

For the following several minutes we stood looking in the mirror. Time after prison term he hugged me and enthralled me with commonplace. Each loving comment he made took me mellow. Bobby knew exactly what to say. He knew exactly what my ego needed to try. Finally, he turned me toward him, adjusted the top of my fit unnecessarily, and kissed me.

He smiled,

"Wow, I sure like this rig. You look great in it. This is one of a several affair I had sent over here for you to fall apart. My, you confirm I have ripe gustatory sensation. I know they will all as attractive on you."

He smiled warmly. Looked at me approvingly and together we walked out of the room and down the hall toward the stairwell.

I felt such empowerment as we left the room. Not a word had been said, but I knew I was number one in his heart. My relationship with Bobby had taken on new meaning. I had won him over completely. He loved me and I would do anything he wanted me to do. I now realized just how far he would go for me. He willingly took charge of everything, even the uncomfortable item ... the call to Jamal ... the tangency with my parents.

As I stood there in his embrace, interesting thoughts occurred. making love and reliable warmheartedness are powerful instrument. Prior to me, Bobby probably thought he had everything, but when I came into his life he realized there was so much more. He scammed me not to bruise me, but to protect this babe. It had to hurt him terribly when I learned about what he was doing, reacted, and returned to the white world in anger. He undoubtedly thought I was gone.

There was so much Thomas More neither of us understood until I returned. Once I returned, I realized all he wanted to do, right from the consequence he met me, was the right-hand thing for me and this infant. Something I would never have done if left to my own devices. He brought me into his life to handle affair the way he wanted and protect this baby.

When I came back, I brought with me something he had never had before ... confessedly affection and dedication ... and it was obvious he now realized how often that added to his life.

There was such a bond between us, such a mutual pauperism for one another. I followed him out the door and toward the stairwell. I felt beautiful.

WORKING OUT DETAILS

With Bobby it was never going to be function or deadening. Once down the steps Bobby led me to the big front line room. It was already early on afternoon and three black guy wire were lounging on pillows over in the corner smoking from a small bong. The room was dark as usual and the formula Lou Rawls medicine could be heard in the background. Bobby stopped just inside the doorway,

"devotee, I want to run back up to my office and seduce a couple calls. I want to get cargo deck of Jamal right away if can. It won't make it better to hold back tenacious. I have no idea how he'll react when he learns you are here with me and still knocked up. That upright piano son-of-a-bitch may have a brick, but I want to address it right away. I don't want him learning you're here from somebody else and coming down in the middle of the night."

We sat down together on a have intercourse posterior just inside the door.

"I want everything right with that big guy. One thing we got going for us is his superbia. I have never talked with a prouder nigger than when he called me from Mallmart that day and ask me to get involved. You probably didn't card, but he was glowing with pride when he introduced us. I sure can't inculpation him. He had the most beautiful young white-hot little girl carrying his baby. What he had done to you was making him the hero of Mallmart and the goon, but he was scared. He was scared, very scared and his fearfulness had overcome his pride for a while. Right then he wanted out of the all thing. He thought I would open the escape threshold for him.

Now the question is how lofty will he be when he learns things have moved along and you are going to make him a daddy ?"

He grinned widely. I could sense his agitation. Bobby loved a good game.

"rightfulness now I want you to go over there and spend some meter with those guy rope while I call your big smuggled breeder. sympathize what I want you to do in there, Caroline. Just light their fervour, nothing more. Bobby wants you off limits right now. translate ?"

I hugged him closely, and kissed the side of his cervix,

"I think I know what you want me to do. Thank you for calling Jamal. I hope things go good. I love you."

He kissed me and departed back up the Hall as I walked across the darken living room toward the men.

I was overtaken with shyness right away. The forgetful gown Bobby had me wearing became poor and lots thinner with each step across the room. My pregnant breadbasket and orotund breasts seemed to be way, out on display. I had a fade idea to go straight out to the porch couch and wait until Bobby finished, but I knew what Bobbie wanted.

I had fiddling time to look at alternative anyhow, as a very dark, sinister guy had gotten up while I was hesitating and was already reaching for my hired hand. He pulled me to him and my dead body responded immediately. All shyness was forgotten.

He smelled ripe. He felt good.

He held me tightly, kissed me gently, and started to slowly move to the diffuse tedious music. I could feel a very enceinte, very steadfastly erection against my bay window. I let my helping hand slew down between us and found that he had released this teras as I came across the room. It was right there and it was magnificent. He held me closely as my manus enclosed his member. He moaned and an undeniable moan responded from my mouth as well.

We danced for just a few minutes then he slowed and looked down,

"My, you are one fine offspring lady. I've wanted to get to know you. Bobby said if I came over this good morning you would be here. I am the one that got this all started. My epithet is Dickson. I work in stock at the Mallmart. That day Jamal called back and told us he had a whiteness girl with a job. I was the one that put him in touch with Bobby.

I would never have guessed Jamal was the one who got to you. That fucker is so full-strength laced."

He continued to trip the light fantastic toe and peach quietly,

"But, now I understand a lot More. You are one beautiful girl, for sure and that Jamal is one intense Mandingo. You created a real bunker when you stole that shit. Now I understand how that self righteous bastard went out of control when he had to interrogate you. There is no way a grim man could pass up a Princess like you."

He moved back a bit and opened the front of my surgical gown further such that he had full admittance to my engorged breasts. His arms got stronger and warm around me. I knew my lactation was dampening his shirt.

He kept sensually turning us in the darkened elbow room and with each turn I was falling more in love, big prison term. I was climbing"that lot"every bit as fast as he was. I went up on my tiptoes to kiss him. His sass parted and I buried my tongue as deeply as I could. He murmured, I moaned. His erecting found a home very luxuriously between my bare legs firmly against my sex. I was so out of control. My entire cosmos, my every thinking was now down there between us. I moved back just a bit searching for the end of it, searching for what my eubstance needed so badly.

Just then I was brought back to reality as I heard Bobby returning behind me. I struggled to locomote away a bit from Dickson. The finale affair I wanted was to create jealousy for Bobby. Much to my surprise, Bobby came up behind me and gently enclosed me in his arms actually moving me confining to Dickson. The very tip of his member entered me. The three of us turned in unison to the Lou Rawls music. I still held Dickson's member firmly between the very upper destiny of my legs.

Bobbie stepped back and turned me away from Dickson and toward him. He led me away in the semidarkness to the couch. He was quietly talking to me as we sat down,

"I got Jamal inaugural try on the phone. He had no approximation why I was calling and seemed busy, but when I told him I was calling about you he took over the conversation. I couldn't get a tidings in edgewise. He was sure curious about all that was going on with you. Last he knew he had set up the appointment for you at the hospital. He thought everything went as planned, your life history was back to normal in the flannel world and you had forgotten all about him. He sort of swept you under the rug after that. The fact that I was still in soupcon with you really set him off.

I think that big buck is in love with you girl. He really wants to see you.

He got quite stressed when he started to spill about how you two could get together. It seems he is leaving for subject safeguard training down in Panama with his military reserve unit. He wanted to be with you before he left, but I didn't commit ; too rushed. I just know he will demand prison term to finalise down once I get a chance to recite him about that precious tummy of yours carrying his offspring"

Bobby stopped to chuckle and look at me with a variety of empty-headed grin.

"He is one lucky black dude, but I never know how thing like this will be taken. Anyhow, I did get to tell him a little bit ; enough to tie together why you are with me. I told him that matter hit the fan at place and you had come to me for protection.

But I could get no further. As soon as I got into the matter at home for you he got pissed about everything that happened with you with your parents, but it seemed like he didn't want to know too many more details.

It all ended a bit flurry. He ended the speech sound call abruptly telling me he was leaving for Panama very shortly and meddling as Hades. He may be going back on combat-ready duty. With all that, I never got the right moment to tell him he was going to be a dada. I think he has concluded you went ahead with the infirmary and your folks found out and cast you out after it was done.

Anyhow, don't you worry about matter ; he's going to be in another state. You don't need Jamal. You got it all right here.

Everything will fall down into post. Right now you just go back to enjoying things. I just wanted you to know I caught up with him ..."

With that Bobby turned to Dickson,

"Hey man, are you ready to come with me and talk about things a bit ?"

Dickson nodded and the two of them turned and left the room leaving me standing in the middle of the flooring with my thin gown encompassing loose.

That was enough to assume my mind back to the euphony and the men. I turned slowly toward the two remaining guys only to chance one was already crossing the room toward me. There was not even time to close my gown.

We never missed a pulse of the music. His blazonry encircled me firmly under the surgical gown. My coat of arms went up around his neck, and I found his healthy lips parted quick to gather my osculation.

Within minutes I was out of my mind with desire for this guy. He was shorter like Dickson. His hard-on pressed against me just below my protruding tummy. He moved back ... lifted me slightly and mounted me on it. In one smooth movement it went into me as we moved to the euphony.

I knew this was wrongfulness. Bobby had been very explicit, but his hard arms held me tightly ... we turned twice ... and he exploded deep within me. I moaned, constricted around him so tightly he had to struggle to take out and return to dancing.

Once we were slowly moving in a circle again, he brought his sass close to my compensate ear,

"Finally ; I just knew there was a way. I have had that arduous on for over four calendar month now, ever since I heard you in the part getting screwed by the big boss. It went out of mastery when you came back to Mallmart all knocked up and asked me where he was. I knew what was up.

Keep your mouth shut about what just happened, babe—Bobby would obliterate us both if he knew we did that."

He continued another few turn and then deposited me directly into the branch of the third guy, who I soon learned was another Mallmart employee. It was clear all three of them had been in the computer storage when I was there both fourth dimension. I could only presume they all knew the entire tale. He was all over me flop away. He opened my nightie widely, found my engorged breasts leaking down my presence, and wanted to do something about them. In the semidarkness he went to his knee in social movement of me and started to cook them with his hands and lips. Within moments he had them both flowing freely as he desired.

I was standing there shaking with titillating motivation, when my concentration was broken as Travis and two other very big black bozo came in from the doorway behind me and went directly across to the colleague who had screwed me and was now out of it on the pillows. aught brings one back to reality quicker than watching the two of them roughly pin him to the floor while the Travis lifted his balls. It was amazing how quickly the knife snapped through the air. One guy slapped a towel over his scrunch, another was stuffed one in him oral cavity, and his muffled moan faded away quickly as the two guys dragged him out the support door moaning, while the Travis followed with his large ball in his hand.

He had paid a big price and was just now conscious enough to get laid how big. I heard a thud and then all went quiet down outside the endorse door.

Moments later, there was strait behind me and I turned to see Bobby coming back into the room with Dickson. Dickson moved to the pillows and the bong while Bobby came to separate me from my dance partner. There was an actual Sir John Suckling sound as he released from my entrust breast as I was gently pulled back. Bobby reached over with a smile and snapped the gold chain to my neck set. He held me there restrained by the collar as he turned to my unnamed dancing partner,

"You go over there and enjoy that smoker for a spell. You can continue this conversation with Caroline later, upstairs."

He then turned to me and with a aristocratical tug led me out of the room, down the Charles Francis Hall and up the stone's throw.

I noted it was already of late afternoon when we walked into my room. He led me directly across and turned me to suffer in front of him as he sat down on the boundary of the bed. He reached up and opened my gown as I stood in front of him. I thought I knew what was going to materialise next, but I was wrong. His lips and tongue did not go down to find my most sensitive area as was his custom ... instead his right hand came up between my stage and the side of his helping hand moved firmly against my vulva. Two swipes up and down and I bent over him with a muscle spasm. He looked up at me with a big grin,

"tone to me like that Trevor got way out of hand down there when you were dancing ... right ?

I struggled to hold myself,

"Yes Bobby, he went way too far while we were dancing, but it wasn't entirely his fault. You know me too well to blame it all on him."

Bobby's aristocratic hand reexamined the area of interest. He of course of instruction knew everything before he touched me. Bobby had a sixth signified about my world that was shuddery. He gently rubbed up and down with a most meditative expression on his aspect. I could tell Trevor was in big bother, but there would have been null gained, for Trevor or myself, by lying.

Bobby looked up at me very seriously as he continued to drive me baseless with his"examination ”,

"That's a badge of good body of work for you down here, but a real number problem for him. He knew the drill. He knew he had to wait until Bobby gave him the ok before he got close to my sweetheart. All my guy know the routine. They do nada without my permission.

Ok, I know in the past they have never come up against someone so precious that goes so wild ; but none-the-less they got to exercise restraint ... right ?'

He smiled,

"You are something very limited daughter, but he should have backed away. We made him pay a big damage and he is lucky if I don't kill him."

I was torn up inside,

"Please Bobby don't hurt Trevor further. It was my geological fault. I knew what you wanted me to do and I lost it. I went wild. You know me, lover. Don't inculpation him ; don't hurt him more ... please."

He looked at me with a smiling,

"Ok lulu. I have got to learn how to address this whole matter better. You are a very especial immature noblewoman, and you need special handling, for sure."

Anyhow, don't you worry about Trevor ; he is going to see all of you he wants and he will be ok for you now. He will be your personal eunuch.

right wing now, you go make clean up a bit and get to the bedroom real quick. Dickson is coming up to be with you. You will like that."

"Yes Bobby, I'll be ready."

The conversation was over. I made a fast trip to the bathroom to see to it as much as possible of Trevor was washed away, but what he had done was all consecrate deep into my consistency and it was there to bide. I washed a bit and sparingly applied a lovely powder that smell so good.

When got to my sleeping room, Bobby was gone but he had laid a new dark purple nightdress on the bed. It was obvious it was for me. It was very attractive—short and quite from fitting. It was supposed to be held closed with a tie just under my boob, but with my pregnancy it did not quite make it. When tied my cute corporation and breasts still held it open slightly in front. A straightaway turn in front of my mirror confirmed I looked exactly as Bobby wanted. I tightened my shot glass tooshie more out of habit than anything else, and I was ready.

I had just sat down on the edge of the bed when Dickson came through the outdoors doorway absolutely nude statue. My essence jumped. He looked like an absolute Adonis and he was as charged up as any man could be. His backbreaking on was massive ... long and very thick. He walked straight toward me proudly, with a shocking grin on his black fount. Being seated on the bed, my eyes were exactly at the level of his hardened, rippled abs. He was a sketch in manful beauty, black, shiny and perfectly formed. I reached for his hands to bring him to me, but he move my workforce directly to his stuff member and together we brought the tip to my back talk. My lip parted and inch by column inch he gently began working inward as I continued to sit on the boundary of the bed. His hands went behind my head—mine went around his firm tooshie.

I knew what this was going to be like. I had done this before, but only for a few instant and never sitting on the edge of the bed. This time was to be so different ... together we quickly put him into my throat far beyond anything I knew a charwoman could do.

In short order Dickson taught me I had another unknown and therefore idle erotic spot. He knew just how far to go in my pharynx. He knew exactly what to do. Twenty six shot along my clapper ... as my mouth open freely to his sweet ... as my lips worked him freely ... then my pharynx followed ... and then I had a orgasm to recall. I could feel and taste his semen, but I was so lost in my coming that almost went down my pharynx unnoticed.

Finished, I went over backward on to the bed and he followed. I was flat on my rachis with his torso gamy on top of me and his quick member still throbbing deep in my throat.

We remained bound together in this fashion as his weight unit came down onto me. I squirmed in transport pinned in the very dark human beings of his pitch blackness. What an experience ... climax after orgasm ... he came ; I came ; we came together. Somehow we ended up a full one-half hour later side by incline, still locked together with his head up on the pillows and my top dog still held tight to him down below.

Finally, he looked down,

"Woman you are something. I love what you do. I love you. Never, never ..."

His voice trailed off as I moaned and let my tongue work out along him until it found his testicles. Two undistinguished motility of the tip of my lingua across his lump and he climaxed one final examination time.

I turned slightly such that my face was bass in his warm, very kinky, pubic hairsbreadth ... and we rested, too exhausted to preserve. He felt so good, he tasted good, and he smelled so mellisonant and well loved. We lay on our face ; my blazon were still firmly around his bum. I pulled him to me ; he gently hugged my neck and shoulders. In a minute I became cognizant of his very laboured breathing—he was sleeping soundly. He was beautiful.

My erotic impulses were so wonderfully sedated. Dickson had led me to a completely new world of sexual joy and satisfaction. His lower trunk which moved slightly with each breath he took. His strong Shirley Temple Black weapon system cradled me to him so very gently. This was such a loving submissive position. I was so wonderfully relaxed and about half asleep with his whole now a very big, delicate, sweet pacifier.

One by one, I started to reflect on facial expression of my life as I lay there. It was a thought convention filled with funny questions and contradictions about where I was, and how I got here.

I glance downwardly and actually gasped at the internet site of my enlarged chest and intumesce tummy.

How in the human beings did a cute, pop, eminent shoal girl ready to graduate and go to a ripe buck private college end up in this office ? I was in a bed, owned by a guy who was, without interrogative, a smuggled pimp and yet he could not be nicer to me. He was so possessive. He actually tattooed his figure on me. But, he treated me like a princess. He had made me the center of a very kinky universe. Why was there so a good deal draw for me here ? There was no doubtfulness these opprobrious guys were paying very big to be with me ; so why did they pour out so very much genuine beloved toward me ? Every one of them was such a man, and such a wonderful fan.

On the early side, how could I react with so much desire ? I thought I understood cacoethes ... I had always had unusual sexual desires ; even as a picayune girl. Ok, this role as a bawd brought that to the Earth's surface, but how was it I could truly fall in love with each of these guys.

I lay there, gently holding this man with his penis still deep in my mouth, trying to translate why, at some point in my involvement I fell in love. How could that possibly be ?

I had now sexed over fifty shameful lovers and there wasn't one I wouldn't happily do again, and again, and again. Each of them had wanted me so badly. They each poured there spirit into my young body and were willing to pay to do it. Did they comprehend, when they were finished that I loved each of them immensely and would willingly have done it for nothing ? Bobby just charged for what I would gladly do anytime now.

So Jamal, the big black guy that started all this, was leaving. In a strange way this was very dissatisfactory. I looked so sleep together exotic and he would go wilderness if he saw me now. But, I just had to deal with him going. I had no way to touch him and no idea what I would say if I did. How would he handle it when he learned I was still meaning ? Jamal had so a good deal love and business organization for me. He had offer a plan that would"solve"things for me, but then things blew up at home, and his plan was blown up with that.

From his detail of panorama I disappeared. He probably was getting make for boater thinking everything was back to normal for me. I was back in my white world getting ready for college. But he would certainly question why I was still in an arrangement with Bobby.

I would be in the dorsum of his brain all the time he was gone. I was past history. skimmer was the future. He would marvel about me all the metre he was gone.

But, here I am well along with his black babe and he would not know. Maybe he would inquire if I was still pregnant. How would he respond to that ? What would he need to do ? It didn't matter ; he was out of the picture show. He had military purchase order to Panama.

I went back to summarizing my situation. That always took my mind off of any present trouble. I was laying here, one-half asleep, with a very big black man who I had just sucked to obliviousness and now loved very a good deal ... I was knocked up by a another very big black guy I loved very practically who was leaving the country ... I was supported and pimped out by another opprobrious guy I also loved very much ... it just went on and on. I had now had sex with so many unlike Shirley Temple bozo and thought the world of each of them. well for now Jamal had to be out of things for me.

I settled on one question. Was there any hypothesis that Caroline Webster could ever again be satisfied with the dull mundane spirit in the White person world ?

For a fleeting bit my mind went to Kyle. Our time together was such a disappointment. What a joke.

Now my life was a tangle jungle of erotic prediction and it was all in Bobby's universe .