I can’t stay there with you. I mean I like you and all but, but you are black and I’m not. We can’t, I mean I can’t do that, she told herself....“Theresa?” he called out on the other end. “Oh uh yes,” she replied. “So what do you think? Do you like that idea?” he asked. “I don’t know, Richard. What will people think?” she came back. “What do you mean?” he said. “I mean me, a white woman, and you being a black man. Won’t people gossip?” she said. “I don’t care. You’ll sleep in one of my guest. When the meal was finished, Christopher would stack thedishwasher and make the coffee and they generally spent the remainder ofthe evening in front of the television. That was a normal evening, thatwas most evenings, but this evening was different. Christopher had notreturned at his usual time, in fact he was already an hour late and Lindawas beginning to worry. He always telephoned to let Linda know if had towork late at the office but not this evening. Linda was about totelephone. She started moaning. Later she said she needs to get ready and started to wear pink saree.I was watching her. She was blushing and making me hard. Finally, she called me asked me to adjust the saree pallu to her navel, I started licking her navel and kissing it. Later her friend had come in the car to pick us. We headed to the function hall. She was holding my hand everywhere.I was enjoying and later in the evening, her friend again dropped us back to the hotel. As soon as we headed back to the. As with other stories, I leave this open to continuation. The shower is running, very warm water, your hands covered with bubbles as you wash yourself, feeling the sensation of your hands as they glide over your arms, breasts, stomach…Your eyes are closed, imagining the last time we were together, remembering all the feelings, the sounds we made. You feel a slight chill at your back and when you turn around you see me. I have slipped into the shower, not able to resist joining you there. You.