I gasped once for air and felt my ears go numb and every sound disappear. My hair felt like it was standing on end with the electrical force that was ...rying my head.Shit! Fuck! Stupid son of a bitch! Stop it. Stop the pain. Jesus Christ, don’t do this now. I can’t stand it.I knew tears had puddled in my eyes because I could feel them dripping into my ears, but I couldn’t get my eyes to open. I had them clenched tight like my fists were clenched at my sides. Even my toes were curled and I could. "Monica's interest was piqued:"So you have often had Black men outside your marriage? What does your husband think of that?"Annette smiled gently as if instructing a complete sexual neophyte."I had a Black boyfriend whom I met during frosh week - I was eighteen and we really hit it off in a hurry. I was a younger farm girl trying to get used to the sudden freedom of being on my own and doing whatever the fuck I wanted, and I wanted men to fuck me! That night we fucked, and the next night I met. He had a few button downs here that would go well with the black dress pants he'd brought along but hadn't yet worn. Padding around his room completely naked, he pulled out a dark blue designer shirt left over from the Stephanie days when he was expected to go to corporate dinners with her every month or two. She'd always called the color "Midnight Blue," which had never made any sense at all to Gibbs. Weren't midnights black instead of blue?He pulled on the shirt and buttoned it up, studying. I nervously glanced over to my brother before looking away again. I could have sworn I heard him mutter something along the lines of "planning on doing just that" but I couldn't be sure.After we had set up the makeshift ring Sam told me what was on the line with this match."So Jenny o' bitchy sister of mine, the loser of this match becomes the slave of the winner for the rest of their life or until the winner gets bored," Sam said. I couldn't help it I grinned like an idiot as I thought I had.