Fuck! How did I forget to bolt the door from inside? The gentleman was inside the stall. We both looked embarrassed to each other in a so compromised ...osition. Damn! I must have forgotten to lock the door. For no reason, my erection started to flail and I was kind of enjoying the so compromising situation, we were in. He locked the stall behind him. I was very happy, thinking that I could fuck the guy now. He stood about a foot away from me, his groin very close to my face and I think he was. “Thank you for the lovely flowers,” Suzie said deciding that it would be a good time to change the subject.“I’m glad that you like them,” Sean said. “I bought them from the flower lady.”She picked up the bouquet and smelled the flowers. She said, “I like daisies.”“I tried to get them in blue,” Sean said.Surprised, Suzie asked, “Why would you try to get blue daisies?”“I have recently discovered that flowers have suddenly started changing colors. Roses used to be red, but now they are white,. It is a major point in his favour that he was beloved and revered by the black people of Lexington for his championship of their betterment and all the more baffling that he would one day fight so hard and long to maintain the disgraceful institution that kept them enslaved.Thomas and his family were wealthy enough to possess their own slaves. In fact they had six altogether and it is interesting to see how they came by them. They had a female slave called Hetty and her two teenage sons, George. I quickly hid it under my pile of pillows before I was frozen at the sound of a knock on my door.She knows. I forgot something. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She knows.I mustered what little courage I had left and ignored the sinking feeling in my stomach."Come in."She stumbled drunkenly into my room wearing a black skirt and a shiny silver top. Her d-cup breasts stuck out in this ensemble and accentuated her curves. She looked super sexy. She was also super drunk."How come we don't hang out?"I laughed a.