I woke up when Leonard came home, and pushed myself up to be on my feetwhen he came into the living room. Marriage was a nineteen-fiftiesthing to him,...the decade he was most in tune with, and for the timebeing, I was June Cleaver. In exchange for a few minor deferences,Leonard give me respect and the rule of the house. All-in-all, itwasn't a bad deal. If one managed to look past Leonard's old-worldattitudes, he was consistent and reasonable and could be fun to bearound. With things as they. “I want to know something else about Natalie.”Jack watched and waited as the huge man lean forward ashe studied the photo.“Has Natalie ever fucked a black man before, Jack?”Jack quickly shook his head that she hadn’t as he keptstarring down at the floor waiting to hear what Leonwould ask next.“Tell me something, Jack. Is Natalie a good fuck? Isshe tight as I suspect she is?”Jack’s body was shaking as he boldly replied, “I don’tthink I. We ended up having a drink, then a meal and later that night, for the first time, she shared my bed. She was an insatiable lover and I was just as besotted. Note that I said we shared a bed, I did not say that we slept. She was a noisy, enthusiastic and messy lover, in fact she was a total delight. On that first night, she introduced me to several new styles of love-making. She blew me with an expertise that was breathtaking. I was hard beyond belief and when I came, it was a mind-blowing. Made to a friend. And then as I walked through the mall, I came upon a mall directory. ‘Yes…so…every mall has a directory.’But I looked at it. And thought. Another promise. An A to Z tour of the mall, but in a different perspective. ‘I don’t follow you…’Read on…and you will read my other promise to you. Read on, and let your mind wander to another time, when we may be together in a different place… We are together in the mall. It was a long hour and a half drive – every minute felt like an hour.