"Why do you ask?"She stepped back a little and slowly looked me up and down, her eyes traveling my six foot frame."Hmmm," she murmured. "Tall, handsom..., nice dresser, you look to be very healthy and fit..." And?" I quizzed with a grin."You would be perfect for my daughter," she giggled as she raised the glass of wine to her lips and emptied it. "She would like you." Let me get you a refill," I offered."Sure, whatever you say, handsome." I turned back to the bar and found the bartender waiting. There was good music being played by a disc jockey, and it looked like a mix of maybe fifty percent black men, a few black women, with the rest being mostly whites couples.The lights were very low, but I saw that the typical small table had a white couple with one or more black men. The black men took turns dancing with who I assumed were the white men’s wives. I had read somewhere a little about black-on-white cuckold relationships but was still surprised to see those black men aggressively. This meeting is the one reason I have tried to outlast them. I’m tired of hiding now; I want to get some sunshine, fresh air and some fresh-cooked food. If you men will excuse me, I’m going to pack a small poke and I’ll be right out,” she said and hurried through an open doorway after stuffing her knitting into a bag.“Oscar, we won’t be able to do our jobs and watch out for you and Mrs. Cupp day and night. I’m asking you now to help us watch over her and watch out for anything you think is. Some crazy part of me was still trying to turn this into an advantage.What if we hit the gym together? And then showered together afterwards?Oh, how I wanted to make that happen, crazy or not. In the end, the bestI could come up with was"Fine, but thank you, dear. You're very sweet. You run along and don'tmind me." Okay, I'll see you later, Mrs. Contrary. Say hi to your husband for me." I will." She ran off down the street, her perfect buttocks and hipsmoving enticingly. I tried to run some.