"Good. And you trust me, right?" Of course I do, sweetie." My adrenaline raced. This was the first time she asked me about trusting her."Ok. I want yo... to put this on." From behind her back, she revealed a leather blindfold. Very simple in its design, yet it appeared worthy for the task."Before you do, take off your clothes. Fold them neatly and put them over there."My eyes followed in the direction where she pointed. I started to rip off my clothes."Slow down, Sydney. There's no need to. And to make me his very first zombie.I guess I was lucky he didn't succeed, although I didn't feel lucky atthe time, because what happened was almost as bad.Just before he finished zombifying me, I came into my power.Power that almost drove me crazy.Which is pretty much the reaction you should get when you discover youcan call on the dead to help you.James saved me that day, helped me gain control of myself and my newfound power.Which gives me another reason to come back to New Orleans and. So Ipulled up the hem of the black slip I was wearing to show him my panties.He kind of licked his lips and said, well, they're pretty enough, I cansee why you might like them. Turn around so I can see how your ass looksin that dress. I did as told and turned around. Pull up your skirt so Ican see your panties, Karen. Karen, well he could call me anything hewanted as long as he didn't rat me out or beat me up for wearing hisdaughter's clothes. Do you do this often, he asked and I noticed. There were crack whores milling about and lots of Cadillacs & Crown Vics. He figured numerous Black men were here getting pussy and ass. He drove to the back and found the car he was supposed to park next to. “I’m parked,” he shared.“One fifteen,” Kon advised.“Be right in.”Jeremiah picked up his bag and got out of his vehicle. He hit the button to enable the alarm. He switched up the room and knocked on the door. He was greeted by a six-foot-two-inch, slim, brown-skinned man wearing a fitted.