She called me at 10 a.m. Wednesday.“I see by the paper you went oh-fer last night.”“Yeah. Severe fluid deficiency.”“Really?”“Naw. I felt...terrific. Their guy just had a good slider going.”“I gotta work tonight.”“Yeah, I know. Me, too.”“I won’t get home until almost 3.”“Couldn’t you just come here, instead of going home?”“Don’t have a key.”“I could leave the door unlocked.”“This is going to be rough, Marty. Getting together at 3 a.m., and then me being missing in action when Tad gets up in the. I asked Anita to get some supplies for herself. She refused, mainly because I knew she was out of money. This is the opportunity I was waiting for, I wanted to pamper her and get a leverage over her. I refused to take no for an answer and told her she was my guest and in absence of Bodan she was my responsibility (‘male chauvinist pig’? …oh get a life). I told her not to worry about money and consider it a gift from a ‘friend’ and all that crap. Being a village girl this was all new to her. She. She held them there until satisfied that both my verbal genuflections and my oral tribute were significantly greater in degree than that afforded to Emily. ?My turn, vanilla tart,? demanded Nadine, the tall black girl. ?But you can kiss something a little more useful than my boots.? She stood astride me, affording me a glimpse of the cream panties that crowned her ebony legs as she tossed the boater onto the bed. Then to my surprise she lowered herself down so that her leather skirt draped. The outline of her vagina was clearly obvious, since her skin-tight yoga pants left nothing to the imagination.“Men and women have needs . . .” I said, looking down at her as she looked up at me.“Yes, we do,” she replied, interrupting me.‘Sometimes,” I said, “We have to try and be more cognizant of those special needs, and that’s the entire essence of human sexuality.”“So, do you have a need?” she asked.“Well,” I replied, “I think my most pressing need was probably taken care of over the last.