’ he said, admiring how good she looked in her outfit. ‘Jean has made sure I look the part.’ ‘Jean?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow and smilin... a little. ‘Is that how you speak of him?’ She blushed. ‘It just makes things easier, dad. Now, tell me what’s going on.’ Her father and sisters briefed her on the trouble they had, sorting out the little things until they became a bigger mess and her father told her of hearing what had happened at the party with Avery from a friend. He had confronted him. My name is Steve Voltaire and I’m a young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Lots of changes are happening in my life these days and I’m not exactly loving all of them. Like many of you, I don’t react well to change. When my family moved to Brockton from the Republic of Haiti in 1999, Italians, Dutchmen and Irish folk made up seventy six percent of Brockton’s population. They maintained solid domination over the local economy and politics. Ten years. We made it onto my bed and I gave her a few more kisses before she finally started creeping down my body to put her quivering wet lips around my cock. I could tell she either had only done this a few times or maybe not at all. She did manage to keep her teeth away. I wasn't getting anywhere with this total beginner, so I flipped her over onto her back and rubbed her down. I took it easy on her pussy at first, but by the end I had her moaning and grabbing for more. I finished her off and lay. How dareshe and what is this thing about a patch?"Ok Wendy. I'll give her some of my pills till I pick her ownprescription from you tomorrow. Thank-you so very much and I'll see youtomorrow."Pam hung up the phone and stared at the wall for a few seconds. I snucksilently back to the front door. I wonder what she was up too."Did you get a hold of Buzz with your cell phone Nancy?" Pam askedwalking from the hallway."Um, no, um, I didn't Pam. I couldn't remember his number. Pam? Why wereyou talking.