It was Friday night and Pam almost always works later on Friday than I do and her commute is longer than mine as well so it us usually up to me to pre...are dinner and that’s what I was doing when I heard a knock at the door. It was still daylight out and I didn’t bother to check the peephole before opening the door. I figured it was a sales person or one of my neighbors.As soon as the door opened a crack it was shoved open and I was flung back. I was lucky to keep from falling down. It was. She was crying when she came out."Hey, what's up?" I asked soothingly. I knew Bailey would never say anything to cause this reaction. At least not purposefully.Suzette shook her head and ran out of the room.Bailey came out wearing only a towel moments later."It finally hit her," she told me. "Suzette finally realizes everything she's lost. She finally realized the person you are and she finally realized the person she has kept Lexi from knowing."My lack of understanding was evident."She asked. Silver!Then we'll move on to other thingz...."Blushing redder than ever, close to tears, I sink to my knees again andbegin slavishly licking Jan/Rod's shoes -- once my shoes! My big, roundbottom sticks up and waves laughably in the air as I bend to the awfultask. Where will it end?And then I hear the zzzzztt of Rod's zipper opening."NO!" I shriek, sitting up on my knees and covering myself with my hands,"I can't! I won't! I-I- --- Give me back my body, you-you sadist perverts!I'm ME, do you. That’s what fascinates me about them. Instead of elevating either one, I debase both. My way of guaranteeing equality of the sexes. The story that I am about to tell you involves a couple whose private life is definitely on the unusual side of the force. The husband, Mike Haverhill, is a tall and good-looking black man in his early twenties. He attended a state college for a few years and graduated with a bachelors degree in business. He tried the business world for a time but quit because he.