She never dreamed her husband was one of these men. He knew his wife, and he knew that to get her to become the naughty girl of his dreams, he was go...ng to have to be patient and make a slow and subtle introduction of his Black fantasies during foreplay and sex. He knew that he had to go slow until she started to become excited about his idea. He knew that if he went to fast at first and scared her off, that he would never stand a chance of seeing his desires become a reality. He had. ’ ‘I walked here, it’s a nice night,’ Tom smiled. ‘That sounds nice.’ The two of them drove in Jayne’s new car – one from Porter Chrysler, Tom noted – to Jayne’s home. It was nicer than Tom’s own, quite spacious for just one person. A series of photos lined the wall, one of them was of Carla in a bikini and was very sexy. Given what he now knew about their relationship, he shivered a little. He recognized another of the models. ‘Isn’t that Cherie, Carla’s cousin?’ ‘Mmm-hmm,’ Jayne said, coming. “I think you’ll want to see us making love at this secluded little spot I know of right by the Ghost tracks.”“Yes,” Tyler chuckled, “that I would definitely like to see.“Why were you so adamant about which side of the picnic blanket was up versus down?” Tyler asked as he carried it into the laundry room at the house.Katie laughed as she prepared the washer for the load, “Anyone who has grown up around here will tell you, if you want to have a picnic, or do something else on the ground,” she. Hiseyes may have been lined with dark, smokey make up and false lashes butthey were Art's eyes."Linton..." Art began to speak. That was the only word he could seem tofind."Art, what the fuck are you doing?" Linton pushed the smaller boy back afew paces, looking him up and down, trying to take this all in. Art'sarms instinctively wrapped around himself, trying and failing desperatelyto shield himself from Linton's gaze. "It was you! This whole fuckingtime the girl everyone has been talking about.