Occasionally we’d go drinking after work, he’d gone fourwheeling with me this summer and we had become friends. He is in his 30s and is 6’4 or 6...��5 and about 220 lbs. We started going to the gym together in November and he was showing me how to build muscle and get into shape. We were going to Holds gym in my city and we had saw my mom there one day. Politely I introduced them to each other and thought that was it. Obviously not. Somehow they started texting and getting to know each other. Ann said that if I didn't mind, she would like me to take her home and come in for a drink. She did not have to ask me twice. At her home, she opened the door and led me inside by the hand. Her place was spotless, decorated with subdued modern art and low lights. She led me into the living room and invited me to sit and then went to the kitchen. I could hear her in there clinking glasses and moving stuff around. She came back with a glass of wine for herself and another Black Russian for me.. Lekin dhanno jab bhi humare bagal se gujartee thee to apani chuchiyan mere kandhon ya mere peeth ko touch kar jatee. Wo aisa do-teen bar kiya. Jab bhi dhanno apni chunchee mere peeth ya kandhon se chuatee to mujhe unke chunchee ka karai aur bare hone ka ehsas ho raha tha. Unki chunchee wakai me bahut bhari bjari thee aur wo kafee tight thee. Agle din subah aur rat ko kuch nahee hua. Hume aur dhanno ko akele hone ka mauka nahee mil raha tha.. Mai kafee pareshan horaha tha aur dhanno bhi mere. ‘Oh fuck, how could I ever go back now...? Mmmmmm… this is… ohhhhh’ her train of thoughts slipped away from her as she reflected with increasing difficulty on the myth that “once you go black you could never go back.” Her cheeks flushed red as she felt a tinge of embarrassment, despite her being a woman of the world with vast experience in the exploration and exploitation of her liberal sexuality, Jamal was her first black lover, and being quite the cynic about sexual myths and legends, she.