“Aww,” I pouted. “Hmm, maybe you could’ve filmed me with him?”I pointed to a black man dancing with, I assume, his new bride. “Sure,” ...oc smiled, holding me close. I watched the black man dance, his hand on his wife’s butt.Doc and I had sex that night. He wasn’t the first man I had sex with as a married woman.The next day I saw the black guy and his black wife again. They were on the beach. I couldn’t take my eyes off his big, muscular body. He knew it. He saw me checking him out a few. Whatwith all the hours I was putting in at the salon I just didn't haveenough time to study and my grades were, like, really bad - oh, SpaOperations and Esthetician Basics were okay, but my other grades wereall D's and F's. Dad really got on my case and demanded that I stopworking at the salon and, "Stop dressing like some fucking fag," and Ilost my temper and screamed some really bad things at him and stormedout of the house. I just drove around for awhile while I cooled off andwithout really. “Oh, what’s up, boss?" “Do you know where Becky is? She’s next up." “Oh. Ummm. She’s with one of her regulars... If you know what I mean,” she said with a look to me.“All right. Simone, you’re on in her place. Are you ready?” I said. “Yeah. Time to get money,” she said.“Get your money, baby girl. You got this."I began to turn around and go back where I came from when my keen sense of hearing heard moaning...“Ugh. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Ugh...” “Yeah, keep doing it. Keep doing that shit. Yeah. You’re a. "My panties are wet now." "No kidding?" I shook my head no as we arrived at the door. He opened it for me and then we both walked in to see that very same room. "Oh, yeah, it is not exactly the same, but still, I see the whole room. The school has HD TVs now, new carpet, windows, paint and a dry erase board too. And look, we get comfy chairs to sit in, rather than the hard metal chairs our parents sat in twenty years ago," I spoke, pointing at them. "Although, it is the same room where your.