Though he had been drinking privately -- not just in company -- for a year now as an escape, he had seldom consumed enough at one sitting to get drunk... Perhaps a dozen times, if that. The notion of a drunkard in the house was simply too upsetting to his sense of propriety and to the example he intended to set for his children. Today, however -- and at this minute -- he was rip-roaring drunk and there was no turning back.If only things were all right between his wife and him, then he would not. Now, directionless and devoid of cash, Nathan assesses the day stretching before him.On the train Nathan sits next to a ‘suit’. She smells of fresh grapefruit. A navy skirt hugs her well-proportioned lower body and across her lap the fabric stretches so tight it appears likely to split. Nathan tries very hard not to admire her openly, for fear she'll catch him looking. He wants badly to touch her. He lurches with the movement of the train and the effort of trying not to invade her personal. She allowed her hand to touch herself and rub the wetness around. She eventually dared to put her finger inside herself and to her amazement came in seconds. She played several times that night and she could not wait to go back to see her granny and share her new found experience. It was a few weeks later and she got to her grandmothers and saw the man leaving. He looked at her and smiled at her. Red smiled back but her thoughts were on what her grandmother had just been up to and she was. When he bent down to kiss her she responded enthusiastically. “This powerful Black man wanted to kiss her! He must really think that I’m sexy” she thought. When he asked to remove her dress, she nodded and turned around so that he could unzip her. He help her keep her balance as she stepped out of the dress and he put it on the couch.Jerome almost gasped when he stepped back and looked at the little body that was his for the night. Her body curved perfectly in all the right places. Her tits.