I carefully walked the bike to the curb and slowly let the front wheel off the sidewalk and into the street, then the rear wheel. At that point the sh...fting weight almost pulled the bike groundward. Desperately, using both arms and heaving my back and legs into it, I kept the bike upright while I haltingly moved onto the seat, checked my balance, hopped up onto the big metal pedals, and shoved my legs forward.The bike seemed to move in slow motion. Before I made it across narrow Exchange Street. I don't think he even knows my name yet!" She laughed loudly. In the kitchen, there was a young man leaning against the counter, drinking a soda, and a man at least my age sitting at the table eating. They were both black men. I wondered which one was Tyrese, and decided the only way to know was to introduce myself. "Hi. I'm Mary Alice," I said. The boy nodded his head and the older man got up and turned to me. "So you're the slut Robert been talkin' so much about," he said, appraising. "What happened?" I asked, looking at Samuel. "She came to my office earlier, Nigel and I noticed she was walking a bit funny, like if something was bothering her, or she hurt something." I tried not to smile. "She said that she pulled something playing Tennis the other day and it was still bothering her." I stifled a laugh. I couldn't help myself 'Tennis,' I thought. That wasn't Tennis, that was me. I imagined her standing still with her legs crossed, trying to keep my cum from trailing down. I really didn't mean it and the fault was all mine."My head jerked back in surprise and I looked at her, trying to figure out which pod person replaced my sister. But she linked her arm through mine."You're allowed to look all you want," she assured me. "Since I know how damn good I look," she said with a smirk, showing she wasn't done teasing after all. "I mean, how could you resist?"She laughed, which showed she was finally relaxing around me, but still, I was cautious. I figured it was one.