An older, flabby, bald, white man with a shriveled cock and hanging balls was oiling up a large, naked, well-muscled Black man as the woman watched. S...e was also middle aged with a wide butt, pendulous breasts and a rounded belly, but not gross - sort of Rubens-esque but with bigger boobs. The Black man was reclining back on an elbow, his large Black cock, even though flaccid, laying across his thigh, with his other arm around the naked white woman. Her white husband - I could see the glint of. Normally he would text, but he really wanted to hear her voice.“Hi, Sue, it’s Jack. How are you?”“Hi, Jack. Is it Thursday yet?”“Ha ha. Not quite.”“Would it be possible to make Thursday come a little sooner?”“What do you mean? You want to move our date forward?”“Exactly. Are you busy Wednesday night, same time?”“Tomorrow would be just fine. Anything you want me to bring?”“I’d like to see that outfit you wore the other night. And bring a pack of Winstons.”“I’ll bring an appetite too.”“Oooh. Good. " Thank you — Mrs Driscott." You just call me Grandma like the rest, Sweetie. You don't mind me calling you that, do you?" No, Grandma. I like it."The food was ready and we sat down to eat. The newcomers had to be taught how to eat spaghetti and use our kind of tableware. They used chopsticks and a spoon just like the Orientals did.Dad asked, "Where exactly did you go, or is that a topic we still can't ask?" I'd appreciate it if that topic was not mentioned." When you were growing up I figured. ‘How about something based on your romance with Professor Richardson. Change the time-frame from the present to Elizabethan or Victorian England. Make it a love affair between two people who, because of circumstances, cannot continue to be together. One’s royalty and the other a commoner, whatever. Or, would it be too traumatic for you to write such a thing?’ ‘Believe it or not, I’ve considered that. Yes, it would be too traumatic. I’m not sure I can do it, at least right now – maybe someday..