She was sitting at a table for two so I bit the bullet, picked up my coffee and went over…“Do you mind if I join you?” She looked up, smiled and...nodded. She put her book down. “What are you reading?” I asked.“Oh” she replied, “something I picked up, it’s not very good”.There was a period of small talk then I asked “Are you here on holiday?”“Yes” she replied “just up for a few days with my husband” My heart sank. “But he has gone off for the day” she continued “to Porthmadog or somewhere”.She. ”The pair ignored him as he stood and went to the bathroom. As he stood at the urinal relieving his bladder, he realized that he couldn’t do any more to help Manuel. It was time for him to head home. Leaving the bathroom, he noticed that Joe had stopped in and joined his father at the table with Shirley. Rather than leave immediately, Ed made a detour to the bar to pick up an extra glass for Joe. Pulling a ten out of his pocket, he put it on the bar to pay for the drinks.At the table, Ed set. When trolling for my DARK DESIRES,I never failed to tell them that under the make-up I was a man.I never lie and I didn't want to get beat up.Just like in my "Black Cannon" story,I've had many pricks pressed against my thigh.Even after learning the truth,a lot of the straight black guys I was dancing with took me to the parking lot for some "quick relief".I was more than happy to accomodate them but always made them kiss me first.I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward. Her wavy blonde hair was bunched in an office-style bun with a pencil as hair pin. Her stiletto strides bounced her bra-trapped chest meat and the strained cups were slipping, the top arc of her dark aureoles peeking above the over stretched fabric. With each dance step, the cups slipped further on her gyrating boobs. The buxom actress stopped stage forward, looked down and her expression glowed mild surprise at the partial nipple exposure. A coy shrug of resignation preceded her arms drifting.