. him? I told myself again I had no choice but this time it felt hollow, just an empty excuse. I started crying. Just like me, the new cabbie was comp...lled to drive off in the cab, leaving her life behind for me to take over. Tommy held me in his arms but he never found out why I cried that night. Over the next month I adjusted to my new life. I was again a young, attractive woman even if I had gone from being a slim, tall blonde of Norwegian descent to a somewhat short and full-figured. I am forced to maintain my internet friendship with him in secret to avoid Derricks wrath. I have become very close with another man online lately, too. His name is Caine and he works with my husband. He has been to our house a few times and he and I hit it off very nicely. Besides being wonderfully handsome and nice, hes also highly intelligent. Hes not as outright flattering to me as Jerry, but he is often more honest and less fawning&hellip, so I can go to him when I need an honest opinion. I look to my right and there is my old friend Jeff, grinning like an opossum and pointing to my left, he said" Meet Tom, the husband of the woman that just squirted on your face". I look to my left and sure enough, there stands Tom, with his dick sticking straight out, just about nose level to me. When i look his way he takes a step forward so he is almost poking me in the face with it. How in the world did I get to this point, I have never touched another man like this, much less sucked a. Seriously. I know the bitterness and anger which seems to dominate black male and black female relationships. I know of black men who mistreat their women and of black women who brag about using the criminal justice system to mistreat their men. I know of the treachery which fills the black community. Everyday seems to be a battle of the sexes between black men and black women. And neither side is taking prisoners. Folks, this is madness. Seriously. This has to stop. The end of this madness.