It was just starting to get dark, and me only trying to add a little something else to her excitement, something that would get her even more aroused....We stopped at a liquor store on the edge of the city, a place where no white woman would willingly go after dark, I had her go in and get a bottle of booze! Out in front were several young black men milling around, I told her to make sure her short coat was open and to show as much as possible to them as she went in, and I thought for a moment. She was feeling horny and was already wet for him, but it turned on a red light for her, the responsible side of her, that forced her to stop him. She didn't want to be around him then, so she excused herself from the party and was now busy walking home and second-guessing her choice.As she walked down the dark streets of the night she began hearing some weird scuffing noises from up ahead. She figured they were coming from an alley just 'round the bend, and was more curious than careful as she. She was ready to go too so we decided to head downtown to a local hangout. We knew the band, knew the bar and always had a good time there. We had finished off the bottle of pucker and I was feeling no pain.We walked into the bar, yelled hello back at the bartender, grabbed our usual table by the dance floor. The band was getting ready to start. They came up to us, said hello, flirted a little but half the guys had their wives there that night and we were getting ugly looks from them. The. Now I know he is married but not to this lady, and I know that this lady is married but not to him.I stood there not wanting to shout out, not able to move, just stood there like a rabbit in headlights.It wasn’t long before I heard them enter the house and in what seemed like seconds exit the rear of the property via the patio doors leading onto the decking area and into the gardens. Now I was running through my head my options. A. Shout out to them warning them of my presence.B. Try to get.