The six-foot-one-inch, one-hundred-eighty-four pound, caramel toned man headed out of the parking lot. He was aided by the sounds of the GPS on his ph...ne. On the drive, he got a call from his ex-wife. Her name was Carole. She was an attractive white woman. They had two k**s together. The reason they divorced three years ago was the fact that Anthony was detached and worked too many hours. She kept the house and had primary custody of the c***dren. The truth was that Anthony was usually in the. “Sure am,” I said. “Oh, do you recall the time it started to rain just when you finished the lawn work and I had washing on the line? What was on the line?” “Three pair of nylons, two garter belts and two bras.” “Do you remember what you said when you brought them in the house?” “Yes, I sure would like to see what goes in this.” “I almost showed you right then, but you were still too young...I knew I had to wait until you were almost college age,. A lot.My knees weakened from the pain and I fell to the floor. I looked at mychest to see two small cylinders poking through the bra and blouse.Someone was knocking at the door again, and it was getting louder. Iquickly got to my feet and scurried out through the door. I noticed thatthe trail of leg hair was outside of the bathroom too, so I decided tofollow it. It led me directly back to Erica and the friend she waschatting with.The second I came into view, Erica chuckled and asked me where I. Tasted even good, strong and warm as it went down her throat. She took the pipe and pretended to take a long drag, then handed it back to Roger."Come Alice," he urged her softly. "Take some more, don't be afraid..."She couldn't fool him and even though she was afraid of the effects it could have, she took a small puff. The pungent smoke filled her lungs and she coughed. The taste was quite acrid and the thought she might get sick, but she didn't. Roger watched her closely, moving his cushion.