“You did call the service right? They sent me here.” She then pats the spot of bed next to her, I take the hint and sit down next to her. “I’m...Ashley, I’ll be your date for the evening.”I loved where she was taking this, picking up on this I continue, “Hi Ashley I’m Carl. So the service sent you. You know I asked for the nastiest slut they had.”“Don’t worry baby that’s why they sent me.” She put one hand on my thigh and another caressing my face. She pulls me in close and gives me a deep. Afterwards they quickly dressed, thanked me for having them, got in the van and left, leaving me standing in the middle of my very empty living room all alone, with love juice running down my chin, and inner thighs, with only the whirr of the fridge-freezer doing it's thing in the kitchen, to remind me that the encounter did actually happen. After cleaning myself up, and getting dressed, I went to make a coffee, when the door bell rang again.Word must have got around, because the next delivery. I knew that in a very short time I would be shivering so badly that I’d be forced to pull the matted sheets back up again, but for now I was just too hot. Damn fever! The mild flu that had sent me to bed early on Friday night had, over the weekend, developed into a raging fever. Frank had wanted to stay home with me, but I wouldn’t let him miss work. Besides, it wasn’t like he could do anything. I just had to sweat it out. Literally. The doorbell rang. I squinted at the clock. NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC WAS NEVER LIKE THIS!African beauty queenWith topknot,Braids,And breastsAkimbo,Stretched and swingingFar leftUpon her chocolate chest,Behind her:An azure skyWithout a hut or frond in sight:National Geographic was never like this!BALLOONINGBreasts pressedAnd flattenedAgainst a glass tabletopLoom largeAbove the carpet,Nipples become pink-brown ovals.I wait in my place.Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons.