."Analais finally looked up to me and I could see what I instantly recognized as shame."What is wrong, girl?" I asked as my mind raced."I... I am not ...it to be in the king's chambers looking like this, m'lord" she stammered as she looked back down to her apron.I had seen my father once hit a girl with the back of his hand for having a single drop of wine stain her dress. I was not like my father. "It does not bother me, girl... You have always been most kind to me and a persons dress reveals so. After I was finished, he was just halfway done. I rested my head on the table, looking at him while he was finishing his homework. It was a beautiful sight for me… I suddenly felt a hand rubbing my hair gently, and a voice calling my name… I fell asleep, he was right next to me, it was his hand on my hair. He said he was done and I could take a shower now… I didnt want him to let go of my hair, it felt great! Then, out of nowhere, I just moved my head towards him and kissed him… On the lips. I. Knowles said, “Ricky, amongst other things, has a brain like a sponge and an Eidetic memory. What year were you born?”“1973, why?”“Ricky?”“George Steinbrenner bought the New York Yankees for $10 million dollars; the last living soldier leaves Vietnam and the Soviet Mars Probe is launched.”“Cute trick, Ricky – 1967?” Mr. Page asked.“The Doors self-titled Album is released; there’s a 10-thousand-person march against the Vietnam War in San Francisco and the 25th Amendment is added to the. " She giggled at that. I started to unbutton her blouse, taking it very slowly, one button at a time, then I opened her blouse without removing it. She was not wearing a bra underneath. My neck bent down and my lips encircled her nipples. I gently sucked on them. My head moved from one breast to the other. Her nipples were very hard, and her breath grew more uneven. Her African ancestry showed up in those black nipples more than in any other place. She put her hands in my hair and.