"I said, "yes" and "of course."I guess I should back up a little. Before I "died" I was known as Dave Lawrence, loving husband of Sandra, living in Co...orado when I died. Now I am William "Billy" Sanderson, expatriate Yank from Arizona living in a comfortable apartment in Lisbon, in the Barrio Alto, on Rua do Norte.I had met Maria about six months ago here at the café. She was 28 at the time. Her Aunt owned the place and Maria helped out sometimes. She was an anomaly for a girl from Portugal.. I wanted to protest, to contradict Saadiq, but a part of me knew he was right. I mainly dated Black men myself, and I’ve gone out with White men on occasion, just for variety, but I knew lots of sisters who, even though they dated men of all races, still got upset when they saw a brother kissing a White woman. It does happen. And I’ve had a couple of White male patients of mine use the N-word when referring to Black men, even though they had Black girlfriends. There was some truth to what. Can you get away from work?”“OK, I’ll call my boss at home and tell him that I have a family emergency. If you hear from Ron tell him I’m on my way. How did you find out?” “I know one of his neighbours. He called me straight away because he knows that we are friends with Ron.”“Who was it? I’d like to drop in while I’m there and thank him for calling.”“Don’t worry about it I’ve already thanked him before he left.”“He was at our place? Why didn’t he just call? It seems unusual that he would drive. " I confessed.She continued dressing, leaning toward me as her breasts comfortably nestled in the lacy cups of her bra. She continued looking me in the eye as she adjusted the panties comfortably, running her hand down the leg in the back to make sure that the skimpy panty covered her round cheeks. Impishly, she turned in a pirouette for me."And, so you have! Do I pass inspection?" She giggled and reached for a skirt and and pulled it up. Her breasts lifted as she struggled to button the waist..