I couldn't hear him or the video over my heart beat pumping. Then I heard him say "nice". I didn't know what he was going to do, or what he wanted. I ...as finally able to get the courage to ask him what he wanted, he said "Come by Friday afternoon, I have the house to myself all weekend." I told him I was suppose to go with Brent and his mom this weekend to look at colleges for Brent. He said "Tell him you can't go, but don't tell your folks, your ass is mine this weekend.". He didn't seem to be. ‘Well, say if I wasn’t around and it was just you two, this would be a nice date wouldn’t it. And if I wasn’t around, you’d probably fuck him wouldn’t you.’‘What the hell are you saying?!’ replied Themida. ‘You’d let your husband fuck your friends?’‘Haha I never said that,’ I winked, ‘but if I didn’t know about it, I guess it wouldn’t harm me.’Themida looked thoughtful. She was still thinking as my husband re-entered the room. She looked him up and down, assessing him. She was used to the cream. " You think you're so special don't ya?" The Black man growled. He was tired of Debbie's cocky attitude. "Even after our last little get together you still think nothings you're fault. Well honey you didn't have to come back did ya?" Debbie shook her head. "You made me!" She shrieked indignantly looking back at Stacey for some type of support." Yeah sure, sure," he mocked guiding her through the dark echoing corridors. "Never thought of calling the cops, eh? No that would be so embarrassing for. Nothing was there. The sky was clear again to the horizon. I straightened up the living room and set up the table and chairs for breakfast. I checked with the kitchen to see if I could get a carafe of coffee early. They suggested I use the coffee maker in my kitchen. Duh! Sure enough there was a ten cup coffee maker and coffee and cream and sugar in the refrigerator. I made the coffee. Only one problem the coffee smell woke Cynthia.Cynthia sat in our favorite love seat. I brought two fresh.