Next he unloads the armoire then the night stands. He takes the pictures off of the walls and the shoes off of the floor, stuffs them into boxes, and ...akes everything into the spare bedroom. ‘Well, that’s the easy part,’ he says to nobody in particular, obviously because there is nobody in particular there to hear him. Then he turns his attention to the closets. One of the major selling features of this house when they looked at it way back when they were first married was the two huge walk-in. Roger did the same to himself.The perfume tasted different than it had ever smelled. It was all flowery, but at the same time, more than flowery. At first it tasted like roses on a warm spring day, or perhaps like a field of wildflowers under a summer sun. Then it began to taste like honey, the sweetest honey that he had ever tasted.The world began to shimmer and spin and Roger closed his eyes tightly trying not to be sick. He could feel Marcie’s hands rubbing up and down his body. He could. "Do you like what you see?" Joani smiled sweetly. The young Black Man agreed that he did, indeed, like what his eyes beheld.The Young Black Man reflected back on the evening's events. He was in an absolute state of bliss! He could not believe his luck! This sexy White Woman had picked his black ass up at a bar - where there were too many Black Studs to count - and dragged him back home with her. They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself. Well, he was here to take his.I had heard lions growl before -- captive lions, circus lions, zoo lions that had all the survival needs driven out of them by endless days of pre-slaughtered slabs of horse flesh. And I had heard the lionesses growl just after the kill. But when this fellow spoke, the world listened. He looked at the breakfast his mates had prepared for him, ignoring their snarling, and made a pronouncement that left no doubt about ownership. The rumble erupted from him, and the.