Herbie: “Who gives a fuck?”Marcus: “No man checks this shit out! This motherfucker is married to the hottest white bitch I’ve ever seen. And t...e motherfuckers got two hot little daughters too! These bitches are like all pure and shit. Some really square church going crackers. If we play our cards right…we might be able to persuade and get laid.”Herbie started to smile. It had been a while since he and his brothas shared themselves some white pussy. The last time was with a girl named Marci. On the way I stopped at the front desk and ordered champagne. In the elevator Joan pulled her top down and rubbed her tits all over everyone. When we got to our floor, Joan kept her breasts out and strolled down the hall to the door. I used my card and opened the door. Once we were inside, Joan pulled her dress over her head. She stood in the middle of the room wearing only her garter belt and stockings. Her face was flushed red and her breasts were heaving. There was a nervous silence in the. I know that I wasn't seeing things, and I headed over there, and followed the footprints I saw on the floor. Whoever it was, I hope they wasn't playing games with me. As soon as I turned the corner, I saw one of the lady ministers in the church, Reverend Jackson fingering herself. Skirt hiked up around her waist, and just going at it with herself. I didn't think I would ever see someone like her doing that doing something like that in a million years. To be honest I thought preachers stopped. “Is any of it coming back to you?”“Snatches of images,” she replied. “It’s like I’m trying to make out something in a deep fog.”“I made one of those for you that night. I thought maybe the taste would trigger some recollections.”“Like a madeleine for Proust?” she asked. “I’m afraid not.”“You finished it and then refilled your glass with cachaça -- to the brim. It was like pouring yourself a triple. You drank it all. I think that was the move that put you down for the count.”“I’m drinking up.