Right after the wife and I married, her youngest daughter broke up with her live in boy friend and she took it pretty hard for a spell there but did f...nally get over him and tryed, to move on with her life, with several falls along the way.The wife and I did what we could to give her incuragment and help where ever we could to help her keep her chin up and keep stepping forward.Two years after the wife and I married, her sister who I would love to have put my hard dick into at lest once if not. But I couldn't. Without her I was nothing. Without her Iwas dead. No, worse than dead. At least the dead feel no pain.I imagined myself in a homeless shelter, hugging a too-small,threadbare coat around my bony shoulders and coughing until Ivomited blood. I couldn't leave. I wouldn't. I was nothingwithout her. Better to be her slave, to endure anything she putme through, be anything she wanted, than that awful nothingness.Exhausted, I closed my eyes and made an effort to clear my mind.As the. Seriously. When I’m on the bus, I see young black women screaming at each other, calling one another by colorful names such as bitch, whore and chicken-head. I don’t know too many young black men who are in college but I know plenty who have been to prison. Lots of young black women barely out of high school have multiple offspring by multiple fathers. These females can barely support themselves, yet that doesn’t stop them from getting pregnant every time the wind blows. What could be in their. It is a common setup. A girl walks into a bar or a party, she wiggles and swishes until she hooks up with a mark. She loads him with booze and then takes him out for a walk. Three blocks later her big and burly accomplice knocks the mark on his ass. They rob and abscond with a wallet full of goodies. When she stopped walking and stepped off the sidewalk, I turned to see what was holding her up, thinking she’d dropped her keys or lost one of her heals. She seemed to study me from the shadows,.