” To punctuate the point, he reached down and adjusted his erection. Sherry sucked in a sharp breath, and her knees snapped together. “Oh no. No, ...his is a bad idea.” Jake pushed off from where he was leaning against the door frame, walked toward her and asked, “What’s a bad idea?” “You’re my best friend’s son,” she said without much conviction as he approached, her eyes gravitating between his legs. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” he said as he stopped, standing next to the couch.. ” I looked around still clinging to my father and nodded at Deadman, who had come towards us and stood a few yards away. “He picked me up at the car.” I saw Papa’s eyes go even narrower as he looked at the rider, an enormous dark figure in his black coat, his unbound hair straggling on his shoulders like stray lamp flames, bandanna over his forehead and his chest half exposed by his open shirt. “You there. Have you been taking good care of this young lady?” “You could put it like that,” said. They didn't know most of Abe's people nor ours, which explained it. My experience with Southerners was that they like individuals, not faceless groups. A man who was bigoted regarding blacks would care for, enjoy the company of, and be supportive of those blacks he personally knew. He would be standoffish toward any person he didn't know and really standoffish toward any group thrust upon him.The residents of Henderson knew Abe and Jane. They cared for them. I was accepted, provisionally,. " Well, if y'all ever get lonely, remember, little Cassie's right across the hall." She turned and winked at me as she said that. "I'm just teasin' ya, hon. Y'all know that, right?"I smiled at her to let her know that I knew I was being teased. But there was part of me that for a brief moment wondered what it would be like to be a single guy again and have a neighbor like Cassie across the hall.I followed her up the stairs. That gave me a perfect vantage point to observe that luscious ass in.