As the sun set, we started getting cold, so we shivered over to the girls bathroom. we both went inside and i locked the door. The shower stalls weren...t built for two, but we made do. The water was steaming hot as we soaped each other up. I pulled out by cock let she rubbed soap all over it, and started jacking me off. Were kissing so enthusiastically that one of us would occasionally hit the lever and turn the water ice cold. Water was running down my face and her tongue was in my mouth. i. The mere fact that a bisexual Black male was the protagonist of the novel was enough to turn them off. Homophobia is alive and well among America’s Black people. Especially Black women in the church. That’s how Blacks in America treat Black fiction writers whose works they disagree with. Scores of Black writers only write about romance, sexuality and other such trivial topics. They don’t seem to like Black writers who dare write about the unusual, such as science fiction, horror, or a pro-Black. Since I had become inured to being naked in Griselda’s presence and even handled by her in such a state and I had been introduced into the most intimate part of the Lady Petrova’s anatomy I reluctantly accepted that my modesty had long since been compromised. I stripped and stood bare on the table. The Lady Petrova lifted each parcel one by one and peered inside the wrappings until she found the specific parcel she sought. She handed it to Griselda with instructions to fit it to my person. . That evening the four couples sat around the living room watching TV and eating pizza washed down with chateau cardboard red wine, and congratulating each other on the deception that they had just pulled off. Later that evening Justin held Justine in his arms and kissed her fondly on the lips. ‘We did it, I never thought that this would have been possible, but we did it.’ He kissed her again, this time with a little more fervour. ‘Now we can openly express our feelings for each other, our love.