Walking down the hall toward the stairs she noticed that her son Malcolm’s door was open quite a bit more than ajar. She thought that he probably ha... beers with his buddies after work. Boys! I hope he didn’t drink too much. She peeked in. Directly at the end of his bed was a six-foot closet with sliding mirrored doors. Though most of the bed was blocked by the door, what she saw reflected in the mirror stunned her.In a deep sleep Malcolm lay flat on his back. One leg was hanging off the bed.. Some of the guys even knew each other. Turned out the Rialto is near several Negroe SRO buildings and couples trying to be discreet came from all over. That's how it was back then. Anyway I sat watching a movie I had already seen, nursing a hardon, making it harder thinking of what Vickie was doing that moment, not able to think of anything else, probably like all the poor whiteboy suckers, no, what did that woman say, Sissies!" Finally, the movie ended, and I joined the milling crowd and. As if we'd never heard each other through the walls all this time, fucking other people but never each other. When she looked up at me, she caught me staring at her coochie. She called her pussy her coochie, i remembered from our fight earlier. I'd never heard it called that before. But i stared through the opening in her boxers at that meticulously groomed triangle of silky black pussy hair. And she watched me stare. And she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, rocking her hips. Although I was happy that it was over, like my other colleagues, it was a bittersweet sort of happy. I enjoyed the class quite a bit, especially the teacher; something just clicked with Ms. Oshell. I learned a lot from her this semester, and her carefree personality helped everyone through some stressful times. “…and all in all, I hope you enjoy your summer and use the time wisely.” She concluded at the front of the class. She opened her mouth to utter one last note, but she was rudely.