"They locked him up, and hopefully threw away the key. He's up for murder, assault, kidnapping, and various other crimes. He hopefully will never see ...he light of day again. After his little escape and murder attempt, one of the cops hit him with a stun baton. It's hard to focus on moving things with your mind when several thousand volts is coursing through your body making every muscle convulse," said Nat with a smile.I yawned, feeling very tired, "Man I'm tired. I could use some. It gave off an incredible aroma while cooking, and it tasted even better on the pancakes.I started making the batter. Meanwhile, I put the sauce on the stove to simmer. I noticed that Dawn was stirring, so I went over to give her a kiss. I gently kissed her on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered. I move down to kiss her on the lips, but she turned away. She mumbled that she had not brushed her teeth yet. I said that I didn't care, but she refused to turn her head. I kissed her cheek and went back. " It ended with the one wife looking at the camera and saying, "Black cocks are the best."Megan pondered over what all this ment. The movie seemed to be saying that black men are so good in bed, that even the sanctity of marriage didn't matter. Course, Jamal had said that you can't take these movies too seriously. Oh well, she'd have to give it more thought later, but for now she had to get dressed.Megan dressed and began blow drying her hair, while planning her days shopping trip. She had to. Things were looking better and better with every passing minute.There was cold coffee in a pot resting on the small stove and he heated it; he was sitting in the one easy chair enjoying a cup when he heard the foot-falls approaching along the hallway outside, the key rattling in the lock and the door popping open with a certain angry vigor. She filled the opening with a decided vision of loveliness, her lack of surprise at seeing him there indicating that she had been advised of his presence by.