That was more than enough for me, the next course of action, I was putting on a nice T-shirt and rushing out with my bike key, next stop was a chemist...and then her home.I parked my bike; started running to 3rd floor where she was staying, she had told me her door would be open so I could sneak in without being notice by her neighbors. Locked the door from behind while taking off my shoes and then went in to the kitchen. She was making some fries for me.My first sight of her, in that small cute. " What?" Gail had never heard him say anything other than that it was Frank and Melanie's home."The house and all the furniture is half mine. I thought you knew that. I don't need it. I have the ranch house and my half of the land. Frank has Dad's truck and his land. He was supposed to pay me half of the value, but heck, they can just barely afford to buy groceries and pay the utilities, so I don't bother him about the payments. They'll pay when they can, or more likely, never." Howard, I'm. ”“Oh My God! Is that what you were thinking, Bret? I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I just blurted it out. It was just a fantasy I mentioned to Kyra earlier today when we talked.”“Yes, it did cross my mind when you said it. We had talked about doing some experimenting, but I never figured you’d want that.”“Well, I guess we should talk more about our fantasies with each other. Maybe later. But I really want to know if you will fulfill this fantasy tonight with us. Can we sweetheart?”I. He fucking knows he wants it. Work my ass, he thinks just cause he is some rich white fucker he can get this. Well, fuck him." Dee sat down at a table and calmed herself down. She did not want to get all worked up and let her ghetto attitude come out. She wanted to show him that she was a proper young black lady just like her grandmother taught her to be.Dee grew up in the poor black area of Albany, Georgia; the “projects”. And they were just that, project housing. She was the youngest.