”“It was on Stephanie’s. She’s been looking out for me since she was seven.”“Trying to help you avoid your mom’s control, as well as her...wrath.”“Yes.”“So you developed that extra strong emotional bond, one that’s usually reserved for husband and wife, or maybe identical twins.”“How did you get to be so smart, Bethany?” I asked.“I’ve spent three years with Doctor Mercer, as you know. And I read a lot of psychology books. You’ll find out soon enough I read lots of other books, too! I’m pretty. With my black leather engineer boots, jeans, and T-shirt, I pose quite the striking image on two wheels.After about an hour of riding, with the sun setting softly on the western horizon, I stopped off at a local pharmacy to pick up a few personal items. In line, I noticed the woman behind me. She was only about 5’ tall and had a tight pert little body. Her long raven black hair matched perfectly the black t-shirt she wore with “Spoiled Rotten” in rhinestones on the front.I made my purchases and. The meal was handled pretty routinely but afterwards Grannie poured some stiff drinks and took the deacon to their computer. Her husband had queued up Grannie’s latest and she played just the opening to the deacon asking, “Is this what you were referring too?” The deacon nodded and was asked by her husband, “Have you seen her first one?” His eyes went wide and he said he didn’t know about it. “It’s not as polished but it sure is hot.”As he found it on the hard disk, Grannie had taken off her. "Kiss it," he said. "I want to see your lipstick print on it."I did as he said. He held up the paper and smiled. "You like to suck cock bitch?" Hey, now you a faggot, too, Baruke?"The large black man didn't take his arm from around my shoulders as he turned back. "You watch that shit," he said, his voice cool and dangerous, "or I'll fuck you up for good. I had plenty of this kinda pansy shit in the slame and it aint half bad. White sissies'll blow you better than 80% of the real thing you find.