” I agreed reluctantly. So we walked to the pub and enjoyed the meal washed down with an excellent bottle of white wine before we returned to the ho...se. “I feel really horny Dad. Have you still got any dirty dvds?” “No. Your Mum doesn,t want to know so I view them on porn sites now!” “So what,s your favourite site then?” she asked. “Hamster,s not bad.” I told her. “Yes. I,ve caught my hubby on that one once or twice. We,re at an awkward situation right now! He,s ignoring me when it comes to sex. It was nearly imperceptible - the angle of her hip, the arch of her back. I began to move towards her. I was drunk and buzzing with a visceral anticipation. Finally, I was standing behind her, so close I could see the top of her head. She simply stood there, our bodies so close we almost touched. When I grabbed her by the back of the neck, she let out a yelp - was it protest? Excitement? I hooked the fingers of my other hand in the waistband of her shorts, yanking it down hard. I pressed her. This young black man had so much anger in him. He only tried to talk him out of doing something crazy. "You sit here on this porch smiling like a fuckin' monkey all day! The man got you too! Why you live here!?" Shaheed's eyes were filled with a violent rage. "I sit here, boy because I own this here brownstone. I bet ya didn't know that did you? I do this to help my people." Pops said beating his chest proudly. "Aw man, fuck you Pops, you don't own shit!" Shaheed said waving his hand at . My dirty little secret. Then, he added, almost tenderly, “I respect your boundaries, J. We’ve talked plenty about this. You only have to say the word.” I nodded meekly, eyes still refusing to meet his. “But then again,” he added, his voice suddenly thick with desire, “I think I like what a pitiful slut you look like.” With a sudden ferocity, he grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my head back so that I was staring straight into his cold cruel eyes. I trembled and tried to look away when a.