Her name was Nelly.After 4 years I left the steel-work and went to the university. 14 years later I saw Nelly again. Surely she was older now - about ...5 or 46, but still attractive. She was now divorced, her husband had betrayed her shortly after my leaving the firm. I asked her for a rendez-vous in a bar, during which we came us nearer. She said: “Since my divorce I had never a man in my bed, I never fucked, and that is now 12 years ago; and sometimes I am so - so - hot - so - so - I am really. The toilet were bit on the corner in that restaurant and there nobody can see us easily entering into toilet. She came inside immedietely. As it was happy hours so there was no such rush in the restro. I took her to the corner toilet and locked it from inside and started kissing her passionately. First she gave no possitive response but later she started rubbing my back and in sudden move she put hand on my hard on. I told her that we can not fuck here as she may moan louder, so I just wanted. He pulled out half of a cheese sandwich. “I’se sorry,” he offered.“Betta than not gettin’ nothin’, Fred confessed.“Oh, but I got us somthin’ else, Fred.”“What?”“This,” the diminutive house slave announced showing the vessel.“A gourd,” Fred laughed. “This ain’t just no regular ol’ gourd. This gourd is filled with some of Massa’s ‘finest Madeira wine’ as the missus would say,” Roman mocked her for a portion of his statement.“You sound just like her,” chuckled the five-foot-ten-inch,. A television and a VCR were situated in front of him and a tape was played. On the screen Jim saw his wife being walked to the same van that took him to the farm. She had a worried look on her face as she climbed into the van. "In case you are wondering how we managed to get her to get into the van so easily, we told her we had you and that if she did not cooperate we would kill you" said the van driver. Next on the screen Jim heard the men in the van telling his wife to strip naked and to beg.