And I promised my husband that, if something did happen, I’d owe him one. He replied, with an understandable hint of jealousy, that he wanted a thre...some with a black friend of his. I agreed — but only if something happened. Victor was very complimentary about my outfit and also apologetic that he hadn't dressed for the occasion. He’d come directly from work to get me. At the first traffic light, he told me how much he missed me and I just went for it and kissed him passionately.“Wow, this is. I don’t think that I can work for you anymore. I have been silly. I want something that I realize now that I can’t have. Something that I have longed for, for as long as I can remember. It would be best if I left.’ ‘What can’t you have?’ ‘Everything. I want everything. I’ve always wanted everything, but up until now I’ve been happy with what I could have. . . . . and that has been just to be with you, in the same room . . . . .just to be in the same place as you . . . . But not any more . . . .. I tell you what. I’ll do it anyway and, when the dick comes through the hole, because you’re such a party pooper you kiss it, then I’ll suck it until he cums and then and only then can you have a good night kiss. Does that sound fair?”I looked at her in shock. “You’re kidding.”“Nope. I’ll agree it’s a little perverted, but I like perverts. I like you, don’t I? I’m offering you a kiss goodnight on our first date. Come on, let’s do it, all you have to do is watch me, then give it a little. I caught his fist and looked him in the eye."You don't want to do that," I said quietly to him.He pulled his fist away from my hand, jerking it free. I let him go and was about to turn away, thinking it was over with but I caught a movement with the corner of my eye. He had opened the bottom portion of his coat and was pulling out a revolver!I turned and snapped my right hand down, chopping his wrist causing him to drop his weapon. With my left hand I formed another knife-edge and struck him.