Fredetta grinned and took me by surprise when she wrapped her arms around me. “Nobody’s gonna lay a hand on any of your women unless it’s you, y...u hear?”“I’m glad to hear you say that.”“I heard about that fight. I’d be happy to deal with that clown for you, too. No extra charge.”“Thanks for the offer. I think I proved I can handle him by myself.”“You do realize he’ll most likely have help the next time, don’t you?”“I don’t doubt it.” I already knew that when he showed up at the biker bar with. When I arrived, people gathered around a beautiful painting of a black woman with child. “Beauty at its Finest” was on the tag attached to the mat. Still looking at the picture, I was startled by a voice. I turned around to the sound of a man with an African accent. “It is a beautiful painting is it not? For you my queen, I will sell for only one hundred fifty dollars.” “Are you the artist,” I said, as I smiled and shook my head The man hesitated, gulped hard, and just as he was about to. ? My mysterious benefactor flopped down next to me.? It took aminute or two to recover my bearings; the TV had gone dark.? I struggledto a sitting position and got the shock of my life."Joe?" ? "Mike?"My golfing buddy had undergone a bit of a transformation.? He wassmaller and more delicate, his hair was longer, and he had a pair ofjunior-high boobs.? And I'd just given him a blowjob.Joe was probably having about the same thoughts as I was right now.? Ijumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. “Susan! Thank you so much! It’s great to see you,” the girl effused.“Thanks, sweetie – give me a hug,” the older woman responded. The two embraced warmly. “Do you like Chinese?” she asked. Kara did, and Susan drove to a comfortable and very good Chinese restaurant. They were seated, and chatted amiably while ordering and getting settled. The food came quickly, so Susan put off the main business until they had eaten, and were able to relax. She had received a preliminary report on Kara’s mom..