Not his though.” Her eyes flashed. “Still hurts. I need revenge.” She advanced to inches from me. “Business partner’s good. Damn good. I kno... you want me, Bill’s joked about it enough.”“Just revenge?”“You want more?”“God yes.”“Sweetest revenge of all then.” She knelt. “Bill never got this. Well, from me.” She unzipped me and stroked happily. “Longer and thicker too.”As she licked, I said, “God, Nil, he’ll be here in ten minutes!”“Then you’d better come quick, hadn’t you?” Her eyes twinkled up. “What the fuck happened?” Rodney Valentine looked like a young boy who had been caught by his mother trying to steal cookies out of a cookie jar. He was speaking so softly they almost didn’t hear him.“Shit, man. You just beat the fuck outta some guy at the party and then grabbed their big screen TV off the wall and hurled it through the front window. I counted at least four others who got hurt trying to stop your ass,” one of his friends quietly explained. “It took all of us to get you out of. The final letter was longer. The hand was now shaky and the text poorly structured mirroring my mother?s rapid descent into the long dark night. It was almost a will and testament as my mother expressed her final feelings and wishes to Mary. There was a reference to some letters concerning me and I spoke of them as tears came to my eyes."Yes," replied my father, "there are some letters. Your mother wrote them to you for you to read when you were older. They are outside in the car. I've no idea. "Lets go baby" I said to Matt. We drove out a bit into the country and soon came to a rather beat up looking building. As I looked at Matt, "Found this place on my last visit here" Matt told me "And I know your gonna like it" he added. I was a bit leery and when we went inside I knew my suspicions were right. There before us were mostly black men with a couple of white males and females thrown in. Looking at Matt, "Matt' I began "We don't do blacks as a rule" I softly said to him. Matt moved in.