So you didn't take much notice sometimes. It was also wise not to ask too many questions. Some secrets were not secrets, if you follow me.He carried o... talking, I became more convinced he was talking about the same guys – and my wife."So how do you know this stories true? Were you one of the privileged few?" Unfortunately no, but one Friday morning I had to go round to the blonde's house. The building inspector wanted another guy and myself and I had to and find him. Usually on pay-day morning. I took my Starbucks cup where you could read my name on it, "Jessica". I threw it on a trashcan outside and I returned at home. That night I was only thinking about that black girl at Starbucks, she was a skinny black woman with attitude I thought about licking her neck... fingers... pussy... tits... even ass... I loved everything on a black woman body. One of my many friends called me, she was my co-workers too. She invited me to a party but I declined the invitation because I was too much. "Hello, Sierra? This is Carl the photographer. I was in with a girl named Amanda several months ago?" Oh, wow, yeah, I remember you!" I was hoping we could engage you in one of her photo shoots. You would be paid very well, and it could be a lot of fun!" Mmm, wow, Carl. I am interested." Would you come to my studio the day after tomorrow and maybe we could make arrangements?" Mmm, ok, can you give me directions? Make them real easy as I am a real goofball about directions." I know what—I'll. " I know Scene. You're just about a twenty minute walk through town toour offices. Listen I have an idea. Is your mother working today? Is sheavailable?" She does work, but she's at home just now. Maybe only out for someshopping." When do you finish this afternoon?" We close at five on a Sunday." How about you come to my office after work. And if possible I wouldlike to send a taxi to collect your mother from your home and bring herhere. I think it would be good if she could be here too. What.