The wrinkled asshole was a deep brown as if it had been stained by the shit that passed through it. Her very hairy pussy was always swollen and damp. ...he odor of cunt juice and pee lingered between her legs and in her butt. Long, almost black dark hair came down past her shoulders and was full and thick. It framed her face in soft curls. Green eyes held the promise of mischief and glimmered in the moonlight. The bitch was a fox.Rhonda knew she looked good. Not like some teeny bopper with a boy. He walked around Daisy again, this time, touching her shoulder and neck, running a finger over her lips. "Yes, quite docile." He turned to Peter. "And you know what this agreement entails, yes?"Bill stepped forward. "I've told him everything he needs to know."The doctor nodded and held up his hand without looking at Bill. "Yes, but did you tell her?"Bill smiled. "That doesn't matter. *He* knows." Bill nodded his head toward Peter.The doctor leaned closer to Daisy. "Is that so?"Daisy nodded her. The dark Nights spent wandering the famous French Quarter in my duster are as vivid as anything. I miss its weight on my shoulders… and it’s been two years. With that duster I’d walk into any storm. Now? Now I cower inside of four walls respectfully… like a good little Virginia House Nigga should.’ ‘Come inside,’ Sandy said quietly. He turned, facing her. She’d seen this face before. It wasn’t timid. It wasn’t angry. It was Alive. Henry’s normally slow-moving gaze danced with a dark, boundless. I knew we’d both liked Vicky, a lot, and thought she was just about the hottest girl we’d ever met, but we’d also joked about her behind her back. And he and I had been really close buddies, and had shared a sexual relationship. And now, Vicky twists her tail in his direction, and he’s OK with this? It hit me hard, like a ton of bricks.I didn’t answer right away. I looked at Mike. He looked a little sheepish, then his face hardened a little, and he said in a tone I had not heard from him.