He pulled the disk, and replaced it with the eighth video. It too he knew by heart. Calvin said, "You know Jeannie, my wife and I are swingers. Do you...think that you can entice your husband to come to a swinger's party? Has he ever had any black pussy?" Gee, Calvin, I don't know if he is interested in doing that? He is sort of laid back. Also, I don't know what he thinks of black people?" Well, I can tell you that when a black woman fucks, it isn't a-lie-there-like-a-log thing. A black woman. I kept hearing this ringing and in my clouded state of more asleep than awake, I reached for the phone and only got a dial tone. Then it dawned on me that it was my doorbell. I had put my boxers on after Bridget left, and I stumbled to the door and opened it to find another beautiful woman at my door."Well, it's about time you came to the door; I was thinking that maybe you died in there, and I was going to have to call the cops to bash the door in. You look like shit, you know. What did you do. What the hell were Byron’s housemates talking about? I wasn’t that surprised that they’d spent time with Jill. After all, they shared a house with Byron and I’d suggested he invite Jill over so I’d not feel too guilty at leaving Jill alone on a holiday evening. But why were they making such a big deal of saying thanks for Jill brightening up their evening? What exactly had she done to brighten up their evening?I forgot that, just as I could see their excited but slightly drunk faces, they could. She waved at everyone, but had her eyes on me.“What’s up Sheryl?”“I just got a call from General Baker. He would like to come over and talk to you privately.”I arched an eyebrow at her. “When?”“I didn’t know you had guests. He’s on his way now. He should be here in twenty minutes.”I nodded and Jeryl stood up.“Honey,” she said. “Why don’t we go over to the house and get settled in while you talk to the General? Then you can come home and we’ll have a late lunch while Ali gets her nap.”I kissed.