She had never been with a black guy and to be honest had never really given it much thought before. She had heard small talk of blacks being insati...ble, especially when with white women but she put it down to myth and some women’s over elaboration. Now she knew she was about to find out for herself. Joel took her hand and as they began walking to the car he said “where should I take you now Susan?” “Bed” replied Susan. “Yours or mine?” asked Joel as his. The great Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, adversary of Dark Lords, was going to die not from a dark wizard but some strange disease that magic can’t explain. It would be funny if it wasn’t so horrible.For the last couple days, you’ve lost several inches, which sucked, but not as much as another problem you’ve been having. Your magic has been acting strange, sometimes you can’t cast the simplest spells and other times your spells come out too strong. Yesterday you had cast a simple levitation. She just told me plain as day this morning. Kissed me goodbye and loaded her suitcases into a cab...”I couldn’t believe it. The dark bruise on my stomach throbbed as I thought about Rachel Finklestein’s bodybuilding display, her svelte body etched with muscular curves and her gigantic breasts swaying back and forth. I was at a loss for words. “Look Gary,” I said, “take the rest of the day off and we’ll grab a beer after work.”Gary nodded and headed for the door. “Thanks, Rick,” he said.“And no. ” “And I’m not worth losing a $4.50/hour job?” She held a sprig ofmistletoe over my head. I knew where this was leading. “Chrissy, I think you shouldthink this over.” “Think nothing. I get just as wet as the black girls her. Iheard you call Carmen your brown sugar. I think you need some cream.” She approached and leaned me against the cash register. Shekissed hesitantly at first her thin lips on my full ones. I enjoyedthe sensation of her tongue.