The radio was already on. I took off my coat andwaited for Allen to show. When the doorbell rang Iassumed it was he. A tall, strangely handsome, mediu...built man with the smooth, scarred face of a burnvictim stood in the doorway.“I am Richard. Is Don in?”“No… please come in. I am alone.” His hair was blonde, wavy and brushed straight back,it just touched his collar. He had a long, blackcashmere coat on and a dark turtle neck, he chose tostand looking out the window. My husband was always saying that he wanted to see me take a young black man and watch him as he made love to me to see his face when he was getting the best damn ass he had ever had. He would also say that he wanted to see my face when the young stud shot his black seed in me. He would ask me if I would do that and I would just blow it off as a fantasy. One night as we were making out in bed, he said, "Yhy not do it for real?" I replied, "You really want it to happen?" "Yes," he said. "I. It was late and even though she was used to walking home late she was never used to walking home this late. It was already 12:15 and the walk to her home was no more than 10 minutes away, but ten minutes could be a long time in the dark. The church closed their doors to ‘residents’ at 1 am. If he were to follow her and then turn around and head right back he should have no problem meeting curfew. She looked in his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity. In that moment, she made a decision. She. I brought some up earlier." I haven't eaten since breakfast. The food smells wonderful, and I will try the cider."Kitty was hungry. I had the cider in a pitcher and she was pouring herself another glass as she emptied the one by her plate. "Hey, this is pretty good stuff. Did you make it yourself?" I did, and it was Ed who showed me how. It's pressed from his apples too. You have an orchard of trees back of your house. The cider might have more kick to it than you realize, so be careful." I can.