“ Your mother and I have discussed a few things though”, Marcus chimed in.Marcus was simply awesome. He was a self made man who turned a burnt-o...t biker roadhouse he won in a bet into the state’s premier strip club. Not only that it was the state’s only interracial strip and swing club. He was physically impressive, tall and muscular from a healthy exercise regimen. But also mentally impressive, university educated and cultured. He was also absolutely devoted to my trailer park nympho. As I was about to look at my watch, here came the car. What I wasn’t expecting a 6′6” blonde who got out. Her breasts had to be about 40D, “What an Amazon”, I whispered to myself. “Mr. Collins” she said shaking my hand. So strong a grip, it hurt a little. “Yes, please call me Tom.” “Well lets get started. I think you’ll find my tour a little different than most agents. Also I think you’ll be an easy sell once I get you inside.” Up the side walk we went, she fumbled around in her coat pocket and. ’ ‘No I’m not, that’s just a front to stop me feeling bad about myself.’ She squeezed my hand. ‘Can I make you a cup of tea or coffee?’ I asked to change the subject. ‘I’ll make us a cup of herbal tea, I seem to drink a lot of the stuff but I have to warn you, it’s an acquired taste, you mightn’t like it.’ She stood and I followed her to her kitchen. The sunlight penetrated the thin fabric of her dress and I realised just how desperately thin she was. She filled the kettle and switched it on. You are more of a person whom I liked to marry in my life.’ I was so shocked on hearing this. I didn’t speak to her much that day. This was the turning point in our relation. Then the days went on. We had classes.I was just thinking what I should tell her. Then again another find Sunday morning she called me to accompany her to the house being constructed. This time I told her to park her vehicle in my house and we both went in my bike. I was early morning 6:30 AM. It was chilled weather and it.