She made the call. “Hi, Mom. It’s Cents.” She listened. “Hang on, I’m going to put you on speaker. Abraham is here.” She thumbed the butto... to speaker. “Now, is Dad home? I want to bring both of you up to date and get an opinion.”“Okay. Tom, come in here. It’s Cents! My opinion is you should marry him now!”“Thanks, Mom. I’ll stick to the schedule. It’s going to be a little busy.”“Good afternoon, Cents. Abe, are you there, too?”“Yes, Sir.”“Good. Try to keep her out of trouble.”“I’m trying but. Thought of him kissing her all over. His lips on hers and then sliding down over her neck. His hands caressing her, possessing her, touching her breasts, and squeezing her nipples. She thought of him touching her between her legs. His fingers running through her public hair and over her mons. His finger slipping between her lips and touching her right where the wand was exciting her.Suddenly it was no longer Steve in her mind. A thin, shy redhead with freckles running laughing down the beach. So she is stacking for a short little white girl.When we started dating. We let everything out and told our past and who we dated. She informed me that her first was a black guy. Kinda made me feel weak inside because my girth is only 5 1/2 inches. She also told me she dated a black soccer player who was fit and had a six pack. It def made me more worried about myself knowing that I'm just an average guy. I found out one day some African guy was Facebook messaging her at the most random times. It was nearing seven in the evening and I was hungry, so I checked the kid who looked fearful but was still secure, so I went in for a meal. I chatted to a couple of truckers, who told me they were thinking of getting a taxi into the local town and seeing if they could pick up some hookers. We discussed places we had had some success; I made up my stories to keep in the loop with them and declined their invitation. After they left, I went back to the van and pulled the inner curtain across.