You’re real,aren’t you?”His thin, black lips, shiny with wine, curled upwardsinto a smile at both corners. “Gee, I sure hope s...,” hegiggled. Still looking at the shiny black textured fur onhis arm, she hesitatingly reached her hand out, and ithovered in midair. Fingers trembling, she asked, “May I–-may I touch you?”“Sure,” he replied. Whereupon her fingers touched thesmooth fur of his arm and, light as a feather, began toslowly stroke. Abby and I were naked. We fell asleep still naked, following wonderful loving. Abby was pressed hard into my side as we drifted off to never-never land, and our sleep was just getting deep and quiet when Death showed up.We were no longer in bed. Abby and I were floating towards the burning pit, over the smoking hellish, place of darkness when the voice interrupted. “You won’t be here long...” It sounded like something between a howl and a pitiful moan. Abby whimpered into my shoulder, hiding. Mom has always been kind of a free spirit and I grew up around an eclectic group of her friends, then there is my time in the Navy, so it's no problem."I didn't think it would be but you never know how people are going to react to the color issue, although it really doesn't seem to be a big deal here in San Francisco."In the next few hours while we waited for my mom to return I decided that I really liked Stan and by the time mom finally arrived we had become pretty comfortable with each other.. Then, out of the blue, she toldTyrone that I would stop by his apartment on Monday (my day off) to cleanhis apartment. She said that Tyrone was a typical guy, and was terribleat housework. I would be doing her a great favor by going over there toclean up.Since I did not have a car, LaKeisha picked me up on Monday and dropped meat Tyrone's house. The door would be open, but he would not be home. Shetold me to put on an apron and start cleaning. She would come by later toinspect my work. .