‘Yeah, I know you do, little one. Give me a minute to strip this stuff off and get my bag and we’ll take the Jeep over.’ Alissa squealed excited...y and bounced out of the bathroom into the combination closet/laundry room. I stood there waiting for a moment as she looked at me expectantly. ‘Come on, strip!’ ‘Uh uh, I’ve got enough trouble with women without you getting infatuated with me too.’ I pointed through the open doorway to the main room of the apartment. ‘Go on, off with you!’ She huffed. As I stood in the hallway looking in on the two men I found myself wondering what it would be like to actually "be" with a black man. And the fact that Leon was a bit of a stud muffin didn't hurt. I suddenly realized that I was aroused by the possibility of being taken by that big black man with the rippling muscles. He definitely was a far cry from my flabby, out of shape husband.With a since of excitement I hurried back to our bedroom and quickly stripped off my outer clothing, leaving only. My grandfather was a Waffen SS officer. Like, for real. Hauptsturmführer Karl Koenig of the Sixth SS Panzer Grenadiers. He fought in Italy against the partisans and Allies. He was taken prisoner by some Communist partisans, tortured, and then released at the end of the war. He emigrated to America and was naturalized later.“It’s not my fault, but he was one. If that ever came out, folks would still assume that I’m a Nazi, even though I hate everything that National Socialism represents.. “I think Rashid’s finally got the morning shitshow extinguished.”“Awesome!” I grinned. “Time to start more fires.”She laughed and I almost headed out to meet with and thank the man for the save.“She hates me!” And a bunch of crying emoticons shook my phone from Alex’s text. Fuck!“Hey boss. Peter Stint came calling again,” one of the guys told me.“It’ll be okay.” I finished texting Alex: once Sam put the boots back on, it’d be more than a wish. I looked up to see Rashid. “Yeah, is he gone?”“No,.