Nancy ran her hands over her large breasts to put on a small show for another black man who walked past.“Oh yes.” Nancy smiled. Since her daughter...turned eighteen last year, Nancy had shown her how to cuck her father properly.“Speaking of cucks. How are things with David?” Nancy quite liked the twenty-year-old boy, the term man, she had reserved for black men, that her daughter had been seeing for the past couple of months. She reminded her of Jim, though maybe even more timid.“I think it’s. It was strange, because I was usually so comfortable with him but somehow knowing that he would be in my house, eating dinner, drinking wine and having fun with my friends and family made me feel more on the spot. It was a far cry from the school cafeteria.When I answered the door the first thing I noticed was that it was the first time I had seen him without a jacket and tie. He looked casual and comfortable in his nicely fitting jeans and blue button down shirt. He was carrying a bottle of. Maddie was jammed in beside me. We’d lain awake until after 2, sobbing, talking, remembering. Finally, sleep had swallowed us both, thankfully. I don’t think I had dreams or nightmares or anything. I could only wish that last night had been a dream, the phone call just a nightmare. If I’d dreamed, they were gone now. What wasn’t gone was the feeling in my chest, in my belly, that churning that just wouldn’t go away.“Serena,” the quiet form beside me said.“I have to call them,” I said.“Can I. ”Permission FightJoe nods, “OK, we’ll just have to fight free form using two of the other swords we have here in the club, and we’ll have to use the remote sensor suits. Since you seem to be so good I want to see if you can score twice before I make five touches.”“That should be OK. Let’s look at what you’ve got, but let me finish this first, please.” He smiles, and nods yes, then he watches us put the fine edge back on the weapons before we oil them. It only takes me a few more minutes to do.