However, she was already in trouble.Tanner had picked up a lovely scent of floral perfume and knew it wasn’t a convict. That was for sure. He found ...indy rummaging through the trashes store and slowly made his way behind her. “Hello there, sexy.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her in a loose bear hug.Cindy froze at the words of the Annihilator. Yes, she knew what she was doing by entering this "contest", but it made the situation no less unsettling- being caught all of a sudden. Biting. At the end of the lecture I hung back, we were both high on sexual energy, and it was I, not him, that asked to be fucked, not directly, but indirectly, 'I could see the film made you hot', he said, 'I am still hot', I replied thickly, my voice sounding like thick treacle, my hand pressing into my crotch as I spoke.He looked down at my hand as I massaged myself over my skirt, his face chiselled with a wry smile, neither laughing or outright smiling, just a sort of stupid mask that mixed his. My books feature characters that are the way I wish I were. Bold, good-looking and forthrightly bisexual Black males. I put them in all kinds of situations. From the United States Senate to the Massachusetts State Police, I make my heroes men of action. There are too many white male action heroes out there. We could use a few more Black male heroes. In one of my horror novels, the hero of the story is a bisexual Black male vampire. He takes on an army of monsters to save humanity in a nightmare. I would pay $5.00 an hour for probably 3 or 4 hours on Saturdays. (That by the way, was a fortune back in the early sixties.) Would you be interested?" she asked.I was flabbergasted. I quickly calculated in my head and all I saw was $15.00 or even $20.00 for a few hours work, and answered without thinking."Yes ma'am. I would," I said excitedly. "Good. Come see me next Saturday morning, and we'll talk," she said grasping my hand softly, then retreating inside and closing the door. I didn't even.