I guess that what they say about older women make better lovers is true, because he keeps coming back for more. I love being with younger guys and whe...her they are black or white or any other race doesn't really matter as long as they are young, hung and full of come. I can tell that black is a beautiful thing though because of all the guys I have been with all the black guys I have been with have all been hung, and are not lacking in the knowledge of being a lover. Being with Tim really shows. I wasn’t thinking.Erica sat up and punched my shoulder.“Hey!” I said, looking at her. “What was that for?”“Be nice,” she hissed. “She’s planning a surprise.”“For whom?” I asked and rubbed my shoulder.Erica didn’t answer. Instead, she looked at me as if I was being an idiot, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.“Seth, you there?”“Yeah,” I said to Leanne. “Now Erica’s mad at me too.”“Oh, well, I’ll talk to her later,” Leanne said. I heard the smile in her voice, which made it sound like she. "Don, you must have at least a dozen phone calls to return," she protested."Right," Kutzley said. "I could just about follow the Record-Herald truck around town from where I was getting phone calls. They'll keep. I'm going to go over and see how they're coming with the sewer inspection. That'll get me out of here for a while, anyway." He was gone before Marjorie could protest.It wasn't as if he hadn't expected it, but it was still pretty frantic on the phone after about 11. The calls before. Considering this was her second marriage, I thought I would be the nervous one, but not so it appeared. Maybe I didn't understand that this was a huge step in my life. I thought I did. I had no doubts, no second thoughts. This was the logical extension of my love for Ardele.Ardele's mother and sister arrived just as we entered the room where the wedding would take place. We had met a week earlier in Osoyoos when we drove up there so that I could formally ask for Audrey Quinton's permission to.