With your head up and eyes closed, you are intently working at something between your open legs. As he quietly and slowly nears your bedside, he brea...hes the aroma of you filling the room. A sweet scent of passion. He approaches, hearing your soft moans of pleasure...and sees your face, intent on nothing more than the ecstasy you are creating for yourself. Your lips are drawn, your cheeks are blushed, and your face tightens a bit as you feel yourself reaching nearer to the height you are. She sees one of the black boys in the back of the class raise his hand.She says, “I’m sorry, I don’t know any of you. What’s your name, and what’s your question?”Trey says, “Hey Ms. D, my name's Trey. I was just wondering how old you are…”The class laughs because it’s obvious to everyone Trey’s flirting with the new substitute. Cheryl couldn’t help but check out Trey when he stood up. He was so tall with a sexy muscular body for a boy in high school. She can tell how Trey’s staring at her that. They should realize that Leon was no college professor, but who was I to second guess the controller, whoever that might be. Some computer nerd no doubt. It was probably even a pimply faced boy. Yes I realized that I sounded jealous, and I didn't think much of myself for the emotions. Even if Eve had been real, it would have been stupid. Considering who she was, it bordered on insane.I watched the two of them dance to the jukebox music at Cowboy's and wondered how well they would do at a real. In all I quickly guessed there was at least a good three dozen blackmen milling around or sitting at tables or on bar stools. In contrast I counted no more than a dozen white faces. Most were She Males just like Mary Beth and myself as Bubba lead us over to a corner table off to the left side. Upon choosing to sit beside Mary Beth, a tall dark skinned totally gay waiter wearning only a pink jock strap sporting a huge front bulge put down four napkins and introduced himself to us as Percy! It.