Her parents gave in finally. Madan came home with his parents for the formal bride viewing. She was surprised to find him rather a shy type. She attri...uted it to the presence of all the elders, but later, after the engagement he took her out, once to a movie, and a couple of times to the beach, but he never was the gay type she had imagined him to be. Sabitha thought he was putting on a show to impress her of his purity. Sabitha had never witnessed such crowds in a non-celebrity wedding as. “Are you ok, Gramps?” A worried Ebony asked me, as she laid a slender hand on my forehead.“Much better than ok, Darlin’. Much, much better”, I replied while relishing the feel of her hand and the knowledge that she would not only allow me to do what I wanted to do with her, but would be disappointed if I failed to do so.As my fingers worked their insidious magic under her loincloth (we had all taken to wearing them as the optimum garment, under the circumstances), a beatific smile lit her dusky. Just then, flat face smiled at me and said, "Thank you, mam." I smiled a little back at him as he turned and punched Chris again. Chris was out cold as the boys walked out the front door. One hour, one fucking hour, and my life had changed completely. I untied Chris, and he fell on the table, moaning.I forgot about his ball hanging out. I spread his legs and carefully tucked the ball back in its sack thru the cut.The rubber band was still on, so I ran and got some nail clippers and nibbled. Jamaal pushes me down into the chair and gestures for me to wait, I am afraid to be here alone but I figure, why would he bring me here and then leave me and not come back. Jamaal grabs my left wrist and my watch and points, ten minutes, and then quickly leaves, closing the door behind him… ———– Jamaal ran as quickly as he could down the stairs and out through the side door of the building, he was careful not to go past the old man who owned the building as that would indicate that the white.