I rested my head. Her hug was so tight I felt her breast squeezing with my chest. She then started patting my head and said, “Don’t worry, I’m t...ere for you.” Then she kissed me my forehead and again hugged.I rested my head on her shoulders. For a moment I felt loved, I could say that.Me: I love you sister. But I don’t know if I could ever love anyone the way I loved her.Sudha: It’s okay da, don’t cry. After all, you’re a boy. Man up and have some balls.Me: But…Sudha: I’ll help you. You can. Oh, shit. How did she know? Casually, I asked "How did you know I was a cop?" She smiled. "Because I've seen you down on Vanderbilt when I've left Big City Brewery. You and your partner...the tall black guy? You're always out on the corner making the girls." "That's not true" I protested. "We only arrest them. Nothing else. Most of them are hookers. We have to arrest them when they are, its our job." "Well," she said, laughing "I've never really seen myself dating a cop. Or a black man. But at. I hold her face with my hands and slowly tried to reach to the piece of cake on her lower lips. She was like a statue with closed eyes. I slowly put my lips on her lower lips and ate the little cake left there. She immediately lowered her head down and covered her face with her palms. I caught her waist and brought her a bit forward.As she tried to hold my hand I hold both her hands and pushed her again to the wall. I hold her hands apart and again kissed her lower lips. The taste of cake was. The sound he made was caught between relief and a demand for more. ‘Fuck! You’re going to have me break the spoon over this fine ass!’ She scolded him as she slid her hand down the curved cheek, trailing lightly over his warmed skin, checking for welts. ‘Oh Mistress!’ He groaned through his teeth, between the gasps for breath, sweat making his dark flesh slick, melting the chocolate and mixing with it. ‘Please!’ ‘You’re such a pain slut.’ She scolded him. Slipping the spoon between his.