He is now sitting at the foot of the bed. "I had no idea you had this in you." He says to me. I raise my eyes at him. "I didn't, but then I had that b...ack dick inside me and now things are different." I explain to him. "Are you addicted to black cock now?" Jeremy asks.I thought that when we did this Jeremy would get the naughty bug out of his system, but apparently not. I realize that he wants to hear me tell him how much I need black cock, and he wants to see me being a totally slutty wife.. This sexy short dark green dress and my 5" sparkly heels. I kill time by talking with friends here on Lush. They are telling me to "Go for it; don't chicken out." One last look, if they are still out I'm not going to do it tonight.1:40 a.m. I walk to the door and scan carefully. This is difficult due to the street light outside my building, right out side my front door, making it clear what I'm wearing if someone was outside. No one there. Good. I go back in and use the potty. I put my heels. It was inKatie's room that I sobbed and found some measure of solace. I wouldsurvive as I had survived all the tragedies and miscalculations of mylife.In the morning I decided to check the safe. I wondered if Marilyn hadremembered it and what, if anything, she'd removed.While most of my valuables were present, I realized with a shock thatshe had taken the book. My book, the one my grandmother had left me inthe will. The book Marilyn had seen and even helped me use to further mycareer. It was. "It's okay to feel that way." But you don't." I would, under certain circumstances. You talk about expectations. Sure, I expect Taylor to enjoy the company of other men, but not just any man. If she were to screw around behind my back, if she were to have sex with someone against my express permission, then I would feel betrayed just the same."I shook my head. "But I don't want my girlfriends to have sex with ANY other man, period. There's not a single guy I can think of who I'd be okay with.