An innocent, childlike assumption on her part, but one that pulled her resolve into the streets of Manhattan. She was happiest there, so why not retur...?Until then, though, she had a decision to make about the party. Things like what to wear and how she should do her hair were minor concerns, because she didn’t intend to impress Claude or lure him back into their affair. She should dress as regularly as possible. Neither did she want any of the other partygoers hitting on her either. Pretty but. Blackwell's, but neither of us had moved back here by then. There are so many people dying now. You didn't go to Frank Tierney's funeral. That was a sad one. He got run over and dragged by that Arco tanker truck over in Boston. I think it was in '03 or '04. He lasted about three weeks in the hospital, and then he died. Di and I were both there, but there was only the minister and these two old men who worked at the cemetery. They were only there to lower the casket after the grave side service. ” She went to stand.Luca grabbed her hand. “Don’t leave on my account.”Kay looked over at him. She put on a false smile. She needs to keep herself together.“I think it’s best we keep our distance.”Luca let her hand go. He could hear the pain and sorrow in her voice. He cleared his throat.“How much do you remember now?”She glanced at her feet for a moment and then looked back at him.“I remember everything Luca.”“Is that why you are so distant now?”“No.”“Then why?”“I thought, at first, the reason. To the point that he is always thinking of ways to see her naked humiliated and fucked in public and has set her up with numerous black men and placed her in submissive situations where she will easily be made to suck black cocks and be fucked hard by black men! For Trish it has always been a scary situation, but the sexual anticipation of what could or will happen to her in this kind of perverse sex play has always overcome any hesitation or concern in doing them. She has always.