Who is doing this? Maybe I should just go home? When will this mystery person put in an appearance? A young man, whip thin with shoulder length blond... hair plops down in the other chair at your table. Signaling the waiter, he orders a beer and a shot. “You’re hot!” he exclaims to you as his drinks arrive. “Wanna dance? Wanna fuck? Wanna have dinner?” he asks in a rush. “I already have a dinner date,” you reply, his brashness amusing. “As for the other two, I don’t suppose it would hurt to…” . Do you want some?”“Yes.”“Can you be a good boy and please me?”“Why are you putting up with this crap?” Diablo snapped. “Tell the blonde bitch to shut up and spread them.”“Davy, we do need to find the formula. Remember. That is our main objective. If you insist on fucking her, take control and get on with it,” Doc chimed in.In my brain, they started whining like two third graders. Maybe it was that or maybe I had changed more than I realized. But, today, Andy’s foreplay, which I normally loved,. Once you go black you…It got to the point (after a while) that our friendship was accepted with my friends and my family. I was smart enough to keep it as casual seeming as possible, gave it enough time to allow everyone to get comfortable with it and get to know him as well as I could. At the same time I injected little things about sex, girls and anything else I could think of to find out more. In a small town of only 2 black families who was he going to date or go out with anyway? If. “Do you know what I mean, Luke?” she asked. Before I could let a word out, she continued, “Don’t spy on me, Luke. All you have to do is sit down and talk to me, like this. It’s easy, right?”“Right” I said, unable to think of anything else.“So, what shall we do?” She asked me. “I am assuming you wanted to see something, no?”I wasn’t sure what to say, it was all happening so quick. I had to say something, so I let it out, my feelings.“I, uh… well. Mom, you’re obviously beautiful, you know? I’ve.