Period. But on my terms. Not those gropers in the halls. Rudy was nice, tho. He has a nice long thing too. Penis. COCK ... at least you can use the ri...ht word. It was bigger and seemed to be thicker than Ryan's. Neither one of them had the get-lost-in-them slate gray eyes that Prescott had.ACK. I was dripping tomato juice on my English Muffin. Got lost in remembering all the boys and the feelings. AND I had a date with the eyes tonite. Assuming that wasn't just a joke. I didn't think it was a. I could see a particular black man being better than one's husband. I had already experienced that most other men were better than my husband. And, as far as blacks having bigger cocks, I had already had a white guy with a 10 inch cock.I was confused, and really resisted. I wasn't sure that I wanted to fuck somebody from what I was taught was an inferior race.As I always do, I eventually gave in to Ed. I was at the age when my sexual drive was increasing; I was nearing my sexual peak as a. This is all fun and games for you, Sam, but did you ever think of how I might feel about it?”“Oh, I know how you feel about it,” she said, her voice full of very adult innuendo. “You haven’t been on a date since Cathy died, have you?”“No,” I confirmed.“And you don’t go out and hire prostitutes, right?”“Of course not!” I barked.“Well, then, you’ve been going without sex for a long time, and it doesn’t look like it killed you.”“That’s not the point,” I said.She got a shocked look on her face, but. Neither one of us spoke as we washed each other and the silence continued through breakfast and onto the jetty as we both set our rods into the water. Neither one of us resented the silence, we just seemed to be in our own thoughts for now. It was evening when my only questions burst forth. ‘Karen. Will I like the new me?’ ‘You will live again Bobby and that’s all that matters. Traci wanted you to move on, she saw her death and loved you enough to blank out the pain as best she could so she.