She called it Little Black because it reminded her of a pony from a children’s book she had when she was a little girl. Little Black and Big Red. It...��s a good name for her, I think. It’s a really good car, isn’t it?’ ‘Hell, yeah, I like it,’ he said, smiling at me. ‘So, when did y’all get back here anyway?’ ‘Three weeks ago now. You turn left here. Yeah, we came back three weeks ago.’ ‘You looked for a job yet?’ ‘No, there’s really no need to yet. Jack had a good insurance policy and I get about. Several hours in and more-than-several drinks later the party had died down. Me, Bella and Martin had migrated into the living room, almost everyone else was either asleep in the other rooms, but there was a few quiet voices muttering quietly in the kitchen. Me and Bella was sat on the three-peice setee, well, I was, Bella rest her head on my leg with a blanket over her covering her from the breasts down, she was still slightly sweaty from the dancing earlier, (and the fact it was so. His mother knew she shouldn't, but joined in laughing louder as hefinally found his mouth with the teat, silencing the little gurglingnoises he was making, but still had tears falling from his eyes. Withthose, his red face and snot running from his nose, he really lookedlike a baby girl who'd just had a temper tantrum.Once his bottle was empty Christine refilled it, again adding somemedication from June at the shop. She was under the impression that itwould just help him sleep and weaken his. I had a stalker. “Okay,” I replied, “I’m taking applications.”Tanya laughed.“Why don’t you have a girl friend? You aren’t gay are you?”I assured her I wasn’t gay.“Hmmm,” she hummed, as she lowered her oversized shades on her nose and looked at me.“You better be careful, gurl,” I said in return.“You ever been with a black gurl before?” she asked.“No,” I replied. “You’d be the first.”“You know what they say?” she quickly responded. “You go black and you don’t go back.”I laughed. “Yeah,” I.