Vicky knew it was time to tell James that Jamal was black. She had been avoiding it all week, not knowing how he would react. She knew that James was ...ot prejudice, but having a black guy fuck his wife might be a different issue. There was no way to avoid it any longer ... she had to tell him the truth.“That might cause a problem,” Vicky said.“Is that because the guy has brown eyes,” James said with a smile.“Well he does have brown eyes. Actually ... he’s brown all over.”James got a questioning. Slipping these items on Lesley announced, "We've got about twentyminutes before the guy's pick us up lets have a drink."Leaving the room she retuned a few minutes later with a chilled bottleof cider and three glasses. We sat by the window each of us smoking acigarette and waiting for the guy's to arrive and thinking about thenight ahead.About ten minutes later we heard a car horn."That's them let's," go said Margo.I picked up the small white leather shoulder bag that had been left onthe bed and. “Why do you think I’m standing so close to the dressing rooms?’And before I could use my standard ‘Oh you little sneak!’ line when she does those unexpected delightful things; she had me by the wrist and was practically dragging me and my stumbling, weak-kneed legs along behind her. (I’m sure glad Waldo-Mart uses real doors now instead of those curtains on the dressing rooms!) In no time at all, she was yanking my weak-kneed legs free of my pant legs while I was yanking her over-sized sweater. So I centered myself again, shaking my head to myself over how slippery keeping center is.#1: #2: #2: #3: #4: #3: #2: We all sensed ourselves lose center from the shock. The lump of ki and the flashes from our hand as we were yanking in back disappeared from our awareness.#2: #2 centered himself/us.#1: We all sensed, with whatever the new sense is, the lump of ki come into existence, then felt it poke against our knee, about as hard as a real finger would.#1: #4: #1: #4: #1: #3: #1: #1: #1: It.