It was quite apparent what he wanted, and I went along with it. His hands had pulled my black silk dress high on my legs and were exploring my thighs....Luckily, I had on a pair of black pantyhose preventing any further invasion. My head was spinning both from the punch and the lust of having an older boy paying interest. I permitted everything he did. And I was adoring and loving everything he did. His hands running up and down my thighs, his fingers wedging themselves into the crack of my ass,. Again, Matt was attentive but respectfully made no attempt to lure Toni into his bed, or even into his arms. This only further intrigued Toni who was beginning to think that Matt really did have size problem. Toni had lost her virginity at the age of seventeen and had a grand total of six lovers since. She loved sex but only gave herself to men for whom she had strong feelings for. It had been many weeks since Craig had destroyed her confidence, but she looking forward to being held close. Just beyond the corner of Beale and Main I heard a jazz band. Following the sound, I found a small crowd listening to the threepiece band on a block on Beale Street. This was an event in Memphis, there being ordinances against such things. All three players in the band were blacks, with a drummer and a bass player, and a trumpeter in a straw hat with a bright yellow feather. The fourth member was Stepper, a gangly black kid in loose clothing who was shuffling and tap dancing. The kid's style. I always knew you’d write that one fantastic novel, one that will take the world by storm. Greater even than The Bell Jar, or Black Beauty or Wuthering Heights. It will be our greatest triumph.”Catherine drank the glass of champagne but something felt wrong. A thought was gnawing at the back of her mind. There was something odd about that collection of authors.She excused herself and stepped outside onto the balcony. The cool air caused her to wrap her cardigan closer around her as she lit a.