“You won’t need to wear that tonight Melanie.”I gave him a puzzled look; he always loved it when I wore sexy lingerie like this. His expression ...as calm and even as he silently extended his hand. I couldn’t place it, but somehow his mood had changed and he somehow seemed darker, more ominous.We walked silently, hand in hand, into the master bedroom. At first glance, nothing was different; the giant four post oak bed was still in the middle of the room, the upper posts extending nearly to the. The door opened, and a very handsome black man, about twenty, entered, balancing a tray."Just sit it down there... on the table by the T.V.," Lucille said. "Midge, your cucumber is here!" she yelled toward the bathroom, and peeked out from beneath the covers.Then Midge strolled calmly into the room, stark naked, her huge tits swaying with a provocative rhythm that kept perfect time with the rolling sensuousness of her fleshy asscheeks. She went directly to the tray, smiling all the while at the. He had liked it, so he knew all the guys would too.The strangeness of that thought only had a few seconds to sink in beforehe heard another knock at the door. He went to answer it withoutrealizing that he was still dressed as he was. Walking in the dress wasa little weird. He was used to having material between his legs, sohaving open air was a very strange experience. It was nice, though, nothaving fabric rubbing around down there.He opened the door to a young man."Oh. Uh, hello there. He wanted to say "Help", butthere was not an eye in the speakeasy on him. Every manjack in theestablishment was watching the show. Like a magician's trick, theaudience was missing the real magic.On the floor, Malone watched as dots shot up his hands. Mediterraneancomplexion darkened, darkened, darkened as the melanin spread down pasthis sleeves. "Dis... dis ain't right." the gangster said, his voicecracking as he did so.The pressure that had been building in Malone's loins burst,.