Jane and Jerry both had publicists now that had photos taken of their stars and would send them out when a fan asked for it. With digital photography,...Jerry’s signature was only asked for once and it was put on his photos. He read some of his fan mail, mostly women who asked for a date, and some even sent photos of themselves either near naked or naked and in some kind of sexual position asking to see him. Some were nice, others were down right dogs. Still, his stock answer was the same, he was. White women love White men. And White men worship White women. Only Black women hate Black men. And Black men flee from the devilish and terrifying force that Black women have become, all because White women trained Black women to hate Black men. The White woman is indeed one of the smartest creatures on the planet. She is more evil than the devil, yet she’s convinced White men that she is a hapless creature in need of his constant protection. The funny thing is that she’s convinced Black men. I could come out of the shower, get on my knees and he'd dive right in and tease me. I get incredibly wet knowing he loves eating my ass, not to mention it feels great. After some rough but firm massaging, he had me get on my knees and dove into eating me out. Dean just stepped back and enjoyed the view. I felt incredibly vulnerable but it was also incredibly erotic. The fact I was so on show to Dean was a huge turn on. My pussy was gushing, not only from the fact that James was expertly eating. Odd as this may sound, fixing this program had now taken on a whole new meaning. After committing myself to a certain deadline, to Helen no less, there was no way I was going to let some stupid coding error defeat me. Leaning back in the chair I took one deep calming breath before refocusing my thoughts on the original program. How could the parts work fine and yet the whole come crashing to a halt? Wracking my brain for a solution I came up with two possibilities: either I'd used the same name.