"She said she would be out in a minute."It was a perfect evening, with jut a slight chill in the air. Jim's house had a large back yard that overlooke... a beautiful reservoir surrounded by trees that had changed from summer green to shades of yellow, gold and red. In the distance the laughter of children could be heard echoing across the water.Jenny was snuggled next to Jim on the cushioned love seat."Jim, do you ever think about being a father?" Jenny asked cautiously.Jim sighed and hesitated. He'd found some loose-fitting jeans and a whitesweater. No make-up, he suddenly thought, and the hair was a mess. Hehad absolutely no idea how to deal with either. Make up could beignored, but a black woman's hair was very different from the very shortstyle he'd had for most of his life. He started at the knock at the doorand then headed over to it. Opening it revealed the anxious face of hiswife."What's the matter?" Linda asked."I'm not Shanice," he blurted out. "I just woke up and realized I. "You like it?" she heard a voice in her ear. She turned around to see Charles standing at her elbow."Oh, it's spectacular!" she responded enthusiastically."Would you like to dance?" Oh, I don't know how," she said regretfully. She would have loved to try the prim and proper dancing that they were doing: A choreographed picture of perfection."How do you know?" Charles asked. Good point, she thought, but before anything else could be said, Finley walked up to them."Look who I ran into," he said. Now, I’m not quite sure it’s clean. My mentor (mentor??!! What the...?!?) told me how to get it clean…but…mmmmmmm…sniff it…sniff my ass and make sure it’s clean. Sniff my ass, daddy.”I leaned in and placed my nose a hair’s width away from Nikki’s asshole and slowly inhaled her ass aroma.“Well?”“It’s clean, mommy.”“Wrong answer.”I rested my nose on her asshole and sniffed: “You’re asshole is clean mommy.”“WRONG answer.”God knows how long Nikki was being mentored and by whom-she sure as hell.