Anyone who can make us one hundred fifty-seven million dollars and change in the morning, then show up that same evening, looking like a supermodel fo... her date with me, deserves her chair in the Executive Suite."My internal clock may have been a little off, due to the effects of stress and alcohol. As nearly as I can figure it, about one-point-five seconds elapsed between the time Rob uttered those words and I sensed the first taste of bile in my throat. Strawberry-flavored bile is not. Itwas fun. I made a lot of new friends and was invited back next summer."There, that should fulfill the assignment of writing a paper on how I spentmy summer. Teacher asked for a short story. Let's see what that does for her.It's the first week of eighth grade and we still have to write 'make work'papers to buy teachers time to plan their curriculum. Always the same dumbquestion, "How did you spend your summer?" My intent was to shock her. Ihanded the paper in and waited for the explosion.. 'That's it, boy,' he said. 'Keep stroking old Jigga. He likes white boys making him stiff; and he can be a real mouthful when he's stiff.''Jigga?' I queried.'Yep, I'm Jerome; he's Jigga. And you two are?''I'm Kevin and, er, er.''Let's call him Tiny Tim. Okay?''Yes, if you want,' I agreed, with a nonchalant shrug.I opened my mouth the second Jigga touched my lips. Up close, the cock smelt real sweet: Jerome had obviously spiced up his pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed, with some sort of. Matt informed me that he was excited and wanted the job as it would give him some prestige but more important would provide some added income to help with our son's college education and perhaps let us have a little luxury. Matt expressed his concern that he expected the Black President to select a black for the Vice-President's position and that he did not have a chance."Oh sweetheart," I reassured him. "You are very good at your work and important to the company and I am sure your black boss.