Outside the bedroom Debra was every inch the dedicated young primary school teacher she so loved being. A four-letter word would not DARE enter her mo...th before it would die of shame!Paradoxically, in the bedroom Debra loved sex in a very intense way. She would relish my hardcore descriptions of sex with her or others (women OR men. I had been through my own bi-curious period) while she rubbed herself furiously against my thigh, used her hand on herself or had me get her off with one of several. ” Rochelle huffed. “You’d think she’s carrying Jesus in her womb. Maybe your falling out had something to do with how close she and Christy have gotten. Y’know Diana bought her a rabbit?” She chuckled. “I’ve never known her to do anything nice for Christy.”Rochelle turned as the front door burst open. Christy and Diana burrowed through with hands full of bulging brilliant-colored gift bags. Christy looked up and smiled at her mother and half-sister before Diana nudged her shoulder. “Com’ on,. I don't have my bedroom wall plastered with ladies' panties from all my 'conquests'. And when I left the house I didn't see any line of anxious women waiting for my attention outside my door," I said."No? Why not? What's wrong with you?" she giggled. It was good to see her relaxing."Well, there's a laundry list there! Seriously, I'm just a writer of stories. I'm no superman or Don Juan lover," I said."But your stories are so hot and sexy and you put so much romance in them..." she said."Thank. I was no longer a school girl tantalizing and teasing the boys in a short skirt. There were none of those little school girl thrills and tremors coursing through my body...now I was a very pregnant white girl with a very big black baby bump and a very big black man who put it there, and I was absolutely overcome with aroused feelings of mature sexual desire. Shoppers would move aside as we walked by, but their gaze would follow every step we made. There were smiles, and certainly snide.