John, Kelly, and Ling had found Leroy at the site of an accident. His car had been hit by a drunk driver and he had a broken arm. There was a woman in...another car and Leroy had been busy trying to break the window on the locked door. The woman had been bleeding and Leroy wouldn’t let them treat him until they had taken care of the woman. John had liked the black man right from that moment. They had brought him home while he recovered from his injuries.John smiled and went to the pool room. He. We were put into the same room where Fox and I went at it and waited for Fox and the lawyer. The knob turned and in came a young man around my age in a nice black suite with well groomed hair and shined shoes with white teeth and blue eyes. He was the tall dark and handsome type. “Jim!” he said. Jim got up and shook his hand. “Trey, good to see you” Jim replied. So this was the boyfriend I thought. Shit. Jim introduced me to him and we exchanged the polite greeting. It took a lot to fake a. There is good in the world and that’s what I look for.”“You’re going to be disappointed.”“Maybe,” I said. “But I’m not ready to give up.”“I haven’t given up,” Abbie protested. “I’ve accepted reality and that makes me free to live the way I want and to do what I want and not worry about what the rest of the world thinks. Or about some cosmic importance to my actions.”I smiled, “I think the same way, though I do think about the importance of what I do or don’t do. It’s interesting. We’ve reached. I smiled. This meant that I could go home, and perhaps catch the last few minutes of the game.On the drive home, I got to thinking about Becky. If a more perfect woman existed, I could not imagine it. She was 18, had a rock hard body, and a pair of gorgeous knockers that stood out proud from her chest. I had often fucked my wife thinking about Becky, and actually wondered sometimes if my wife had chosen her as our babysitter so that I might be able to have some fun with her.But this story.