I thought that was a wonderful idea for an erotic story. Unfortunately, like a lot of myths about Victorian sex and sexuality, it turned out not to be...true, LOL, but I figured I would not let the ‘truth’ get in the way of a good tale. This was far too good a way of writing about repressed female sexuality to let go. The photos: I took one photo of a picture I cut out from a magazine article about a carousel. The other I took of a Valentine’s card I was given by a friend. He found it in an. Just as I had predicted, nearly immediately after the breakup of the band, Samantha had dumped him in Kansas City and split town with a new boyfriend, and with the rest of Darryl's cash. One of his new band mates gave him the money for a bus ticket back to Houston and he had been back getting his head straight for the last month or so, and had just now started to check back in with old friends.I had never met Darryl before he had become the drug addicted pawn of Samantha, and I must admit I. The game was at the other team’s soccer club field in the opposite direction of our field. Everyone greeted us in the parking lot when we arrived before going to the locker room to prepare for the game. The showers had separate stalls, but no changing areas in the shower room like ours. I could see some of the gurls were nervous about the lack of privacy. We put our bags in the lockers and went out to warm-up for the game. Much like the last team, many of the players were not passable. But,. And thought the more I kept thinking, this guy might be prefect. He was a black guy, I’d say in his late 30’s, nicely dressed, pretty well built but not a complete jock type. He was maybe 6’ tall, I figured I could fend him off if things got out of hand. Kel didn’t give me any guidelines on race so I hesitated again. The thought to a black man raping my wife, when she actually didn’t know in advance his skin color instantly made up my mind.I though about what line I would use with him..