Walking up and down the streets in the market, I began to notice that I seemed to be attracting men's eyes. Black men. At first I thought they were re...lly rather rude, eying me up so frankly like that. But I could see that they were friendly, not being aggressive, just enjoying the sight of an attractive woman. And making her feel that way, I realized, with a little start. For the first time in my life, I enjoyed being attractive, with a trim, well-shaped body.Compared to Barbie dolls, I had. I felt like a naughty housewife as I felt the cool morning breeze tickle my naked lips under the shirt. Unpredictably though, as I was about to knock on the door, it opened and Jerome greeted me with a smile."Follow me," he said as he walked past me outside and closing his door as he did. Slightly curious at what was up, I took a moment to think before promptly taking the three steps to catch up and follow him. He led the way to his car park in the driveway, and motioned for me to get in on the. Unusually for me I decided to go in to work one weekend, trying to get some stuff done when nobody was around. When I came in on the ground floor the security guard seemed surprised to see me (fair enough) and looked slightly nervous. He was from Eastern Europe, tough looking guy , big and broad, very athletic. As usual I said hi and we exchanged pleasantries before I went up to my desk on the third floor. As expected there was nobody about and I immediately fired up my computer. As that was. He slid his arm out from underneath my head and sat on the edge of the bed with his back turned to me. He took a deep breath and began to speak. Nothing could have prepared me for the ugliness of the reality in his reply. “I don’t really feel comfortable with that,” he answered as he looked intently at the wall. I could feel the warmth as it spread through my cheeks. His words felt as if they had taken form, lashing out and striking me, creating a hot sting. I sat up on the bed and pulled the.