With her beautiful head down in an effort to hide her embarrassment, she hears and senses movement from behind her and she winces – scared of what�...s going to happen next. A hand grazes along her legs, softly caressing her smooth limbs and a soft moan escapes her lips. She closes her eyes and tries to envisage a private room with no prying eyes, watching her every move; she risks a small glance to the side and her eyes widen as she realises that it isn’t Caitlin. The girl that is touching her. Jerome was a very large black man with dark skin. He was much stronger than me with a larger chest and arms. I have been told he has a bit of a temper at times. By his own admittance he had served time in jail for beating up a guy pretty badly over a girl. So needless to say I never want to get on his bad side. He's also much taller than I am standing around 6'4". He is considered by many to be a good looking black guy.Jerome loved to go to the local bars and clubs on weekends to pick up women.. A quadrant of the dining room center was occupied by a parquet floor and stage lighting. Zack and Carrie were seated on its far side. After their entrees arrived, the lights dimmed and a voice announced the first act. An older woman attired in flowing skirts, jeweled bodice and colorful coin spangled veils gave a good showing, well-practiced in the ancient art form. Her moves were fluid: snake arms, hip pops and figure eights with dramatic belly rolls. Zack respected the traditional performance. “Damn,” I told myself. My mother must have taken it to wash and it must be at the backyard drying. I opened my bathroom door slightly enough to allow me to stick my head out to see if there was anybody out in the hallway, which obviously no one was. My long hair was extremely wet and was dripping all over my body.I opened my bathroom door wider and crept cautiously and slowly down the hallway and down the stair to the first floor. Even though I knew I couldn't be seen by anyone, something about.