You "Hello, this is Paula Dean, I "Ooh, baby, you sound Sexy as a mothafucka over the phone Mrs. Dean." Oh Darlin', you can just call me Paula, I'm no... married." I "So I heard you been lookin' for a nigga?" You "Well I heard you prefer Older White voluptuous, and I thought just the two of us could get together for a simple southern Sunday supper." I "Yeah well today is Sunday and I am Hungry as a mothafucka." You "Well how bout this daddy, I come and pick you up from that same Lucky's I first. She said she would like that. After I took a shower I went into her bedroom and she pulled back the covers and I crawled in. I snuggled up close and she put her arm under my head. I dont know What made me do it but I suddenly rolled over on top of her. I told her I loved her and I put my arms around her head and she put hers around my shoulders and back. I stretched up and kissed her on the mouth. I could feel her warm large breasts against mine. She smelled and felt so good. She pulled me. I’m not embarrassed.”“I thought I was the only one here,” I blurt.She sets her book down, gets up and walks over to me with her hand out. “My name is Freya. I’m in Unit C."Still flustered, I go to shake her hand with my right but realizing where it just was, switch to my left. She chuckles and does the same. “David,” I croak. She takes her glasses off and I just about have a heart attack. She’s freaking gorgeous. And her dark eyes make me melt. Seeing my reaction she knowingly smiles and says. She was stunning."Do you know why?" she asked me. I shook my head; I truly didn't."Did you bring those forms, Norma mentioned?" I nodded and passed them toher. She read them. She raised her eyebrows once. She put them down. Shelooked at me. She pursed her lips before speaking again. It struck methat she was putting a great deal of thought into her choice of words."Are these forms accurate?" she quizzed me, harshly. I nodded: yes."I'll tell you what," she said, "you tell me your entire life.