He grew up in a rough public housing complex in the Motor City, but his soul was awakened when he went south Charlotte. He studied history at Johnson .... Smith University. Then, he joined the Peace Corps intent on serving in sub-Saharan Africa. He worked on community economic development and realized a love for architecture. He got an M.Arch. degree from Prairie View A&M that took four years because he had no pre-professional training in the field. He culminated his academic pursuits at Texas. Really thick.Memory came flooding in. I’d done it again, gone home from a party with some girl.She had been eyeing me all night, but I hadn’t thought her very interesting. Normally I’m wild about oriental women, but this one seemed kind of lifeless. She was large, for a Chinese girl [for that’s what she turned out to be; Chinese American]. Not fat, a little heavy though. Largish breasts.And as I said, she had amazing hair. I love that. She looked to be about my age, that. I felt her hand stoke my hooded head, even through the thick padding. And then, I felt something placed to my right nostril. A glass bottle, or glass ampule of some kind. ‘Sniff deeply slave,’ Mistress D. commanded in her husky voice. Without hesitation eager to comply, I inhaled deeply. As I did this, my head began to spin, as if in a vortex. ‘Very good slave,’ I heard Mistress D. say. I felt the container on my left nostril next. ‘Again slave, sniff deeply,’ she commanded. My mind continued. "Oh hello" I said " sorry we were expecting someone else. I'll be right back". I walked back to our bedroom and shouted to my gf "It's not Steve, it's those people calling again" - as if to hopefully suggest to the Jovies that we had been anticipating a visitor for a spit roast session.I walked back to the door where they were standing looking down at the Durex box and thong and then at my naughty boxers. Finally they looked a bit embarrassed. "Sorry. Do you want to come in off the doorstep? I.