We waited for him to return. If he didn't ask what we had discussed I would bring it up.When we were most of the way through dinner it was pretty obvi...us he wasn't going to bring it up. He had relented and agreed not to use my wedding as a commercial promotion. What more could possibly be expected of him? He didn't say that; it's how I interpreted his silence.I'd had time to think about how to position it and decided I needed to be forceful if he had no interest in reason and cooperation. I. We were around on a side porch but I felt like I was naked and on my knees in the middle of downtown. I knelt there for only a minute I guess, but it seemed like hours.Then he stepped back and had me crawl in.He said, "Heel boy."I crawled behind him to the living room.Louis was there, sitting in a big lounger, and to my shock, his black girlfriend was on the couch. She laughed heartily. "Look at the little white boy, a little sissy, and look at that little white sissy boy dick." All he would be. Or perhaps I should call her simply, a woman, 'lady' may be pressing the boundaries of that term.In fact, she was as I had guessed, an older lady. Just how old was difficult to ascertain in the dim cabin through slotted eyelids.By the continued movements of the hand and the direction her eyes were aimed, right at my crotch, it was obvious she hadn't realized I was awake and looking at her.Damn, that hand felt good! No longer was I in danger of going soft.I had said she was no 'lady', what lady. Corey had hit her with such force that it busted her lip, though it should have done much more. Danyelle, hunched over slightly, spat out a glob of blood before turning her head to glare up at the man.“That was stupid of you,” she sneered.Like an erupting volcano, a black mass of writhing tendrils tore the red dress apart from the inside, shredding it into bits of fabric that rained down onto the asphalt. The onyx skinned lifeform twisted and settled on her, covering the girl from head to toe.