Shit! I hadn’t seen a black woman’s naked body ever in the flesh so to speak apart from strippers on a college celebration night in Dublin. I rubb...d my growing cock and wondered and then it dawned on me. If I lifted the bottom of the shroud I would see straigh up ... up her legs and ... I looked at her covered feet, the two pyramids at least a foot or so apart. Jeez! Easy, perfect viewing.Lifting the top half of the shroud I took a quiet stroke of her chest and felt the fleshy wobble of her. ‘Here for your regular checkup, Ashley?’ I held my temper. I got into my dress. They zipped it up. It seemed to fit alright. ‘Does it look okay? Does it look too tight anywhere?’ The seamstress sighed and said, ‘Ashley, you have done the impossible. This is your fourth time in this dress. You have neither gained nor lost a single gram in all that time. The dress fits as if it were part of your body. ‘Come in a few days before if it’s really bothering you and you think it will require. He pulled the phone from the holster and glanced at the number. Sighing, he flipped it open. ‘Phil, yeah, I know…This traffic is shitty…What do you mean it fell through?…They did what?…HOW MUCH?’ Dylan’s face paled at the news that the largest client his firm has caught yet just got snatched up by another for a steeper price. ‘FUCK!’ he screamed into the receiver before he snapped the phone closed. ‘FUCK FUCK FUCK!’ He began to break out into a sweat, griped the steering wheel and for a minute. I thought the memory would fade in time, but it never left me. Sometimes, I felt as if he were reading my thoughts, he would watch as I gazed out the tower windows, knowing I missed the life I left behind. Memory has a way of exemplifying the good times and dimming the bad. All I could think about was the sweetness I had missed, my heart cried to be free. My sensibility warned me to stay safely in the tower, but my heart won out. Trembling and taking a deep breath I crossed the threshold,.