It is mostly black with a few whites here and there. All the whites are couples. Another thing I notice was the only white people on the dance floor w...re the women. They of course were only dancing with the black men.When the white women were not dancing they were entertaining black men in front of their spouses.I go to sit down but Cheryl told me not there. She picked a spot a little more private.I order us our drinks. Sure enough a couple of black guys came over to dance with my wife. She. This made me smile."i saw you come in here, but i thought you had gone into the wrong shower. so i came in to check on you." i said as nicely as i could. still i couldn't help but let my eyes wander over her body, wondering what it would feel like under my hands.she still wouldn't say anything, so to break the ice, i cupped her chin under my hand and raised her lips for a kiss. it shocked her, more than anything else, and she froze. after a few seconds she relaxed and leaned in, her wet body. Before leaving, however, he directed his beautiful little girl over to where Jack sat. Then with his hand on his daughter's shoulder, Bill said, "You remember, Mr. Merrick, don't you Emily. Why don't you say hello."The enchanting brunette stood with her eyes downcast. She squirmed a little, partly out of bashfulness and partly because of the unusual, mild cramping she was experiencing "down there".Jack gazed up at Emily from his seat, marveling at her exceptional beauty, and remembering fondly. It was last summer that I had the idea for a short story that just popped into my head one hot night. As if it wasn’t hard enough trying to sleep with this heat, now I had this urge to get up and go to the computer and start.So picture this. Young guy hunched over a computer. Its 1a.m. in the morning and my fingers are flying over the keys trying to get all the words of the story down before all the other things in my environment got in the way. Like my nagging need to empty my bladder, my.