”She accepted the invitation, and I was almost certain that no one was paying attention to us as I led her down the stairs and under the deck, to th... door to our walkout basement. Once inside, I locked the basement door from the inside when she wasn’t paying attention, and then led her to the fifteen by fifteen feet room dedicated to my collection. She seemed a little nervous to be totally alone with a big, black man, but didn’t hesitate to follow me in there.We looked at several of the. I would walk over to a certain "super center" store, and look for downblouse shots. It's also funny some of the reactions you get when you walk right up to a woman in a store and look down her shirt at her tits. If no one else was around I'd tell her "nice boobs". Anyway, after a couple nights, the guys wanted to go find a strip club, so we went looking in a nearby city. We found a decent tittie bar and had some beers, groped some strippers, then headed back to our hotel. I got extremely horny. The rest of the evening I'd been drinking that awful non-alcoholic crap beer.Anyway one minute I'm getting into my car. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in a hospital bed, nearly two weeks later.I can remember absolutely nothing after getting into my car that evening, not even starting the engine.I was informed that some little shit joy-rider had run into the rear of my car at high speed in a stolen four-by-four. The driver of the stolen jeep or whatever it was couldn't have been injured;. I gazed in themirror for a while, even taking a few pics on my cell phone. The onlything missing was some long femmine pretty nails.I strutted into the kitchen, realizing it was getting dark, and added"fake nails" to the shopping list, right under the milk. I checked thecurtains to insure I could be seen before returning to the counter totake dinner out and poured some wine. I dimmed the deck lights,grabbed the wine and my phone and walked around the deck, then to thefront of the house and.