” A minute or two later this huge black guy shows up. This is “Bigun”. He is huge built bigger than a refrigerator, over 400 pounds, 6’5”. I...had never seen anyone this big. He wasn’t fat either – just large with tree-trunk legs and arms, huge chest, no neck.I know that I must have looked stupid with my mouth wide open staring at this guy. Calvin’s voice was just like Bill Cosby’s c***d hood friend Fat Albert. “Hey, hey, hey.” I am not k**ding – he talked slow and he had the deepest voice that I. It was pretty costly so I bought a small doze with whatever I could afford. I decided to use it on mom tonight itself. When I returned home it was noon time and she was having her afternoon rest.When she sleeps, she usually goes into deep sleep. So without any hesitation I opened her bedroom door to study her sleeping habits so that I could run my operation smoothly that night. I stood in a corner and watched how she moved in her sleep. Her saree-fall had drifted away exposing her boobs tightly. Haunting green eyes and straight dark hair framed a soft, oval face with a broad nose that led down to thin lips and a warm, friendly smile. I was elated when she agreed to meet me.We met at the bar of an Italian restaurant I like around lunch time. I figured with a crowd, we could resort to people watching if the conversation fizzled. I got there a few minutes early, and told the hostess that I would just wait. It wasn't a minute or two later that I saw her walk in the door. Our eyes locked. "Isn't it illegal to discriminate against women? I mean, how can they keep women out?" She wanted to know. She didn't get an answer from him. "Well, you go see by yourself then. I'll meet you in that bar across from the police station," she said as she pointed to the small bar on Davidwache."Let me get this straight?" Asked Kevin. "You want me to go in there and into one of the brothels? Do you want me to get laid?" Of course not. I just want to know what's back there. Won't you please just.