A Black Angel production was not for the light hearted or romantic. Tyrone knew that the his customer base was largely made up of middle aged white me... who jerked off as they fantasized it was their wife taking all that black dick.Tyrone and his brother also engaged in a side business. If the money were right, Tyrone would allow Black Angel’s facilities to perform special jobs on weekends. His forte was staging revenge rape videos for rich clients willing to pay big bucks to settle a score with. It costs too much and it just makes problems for me." We could go to the movies. I can pay my own way. It wouldn't cost you very much. I'm very easy to get along with too. I don't cause any problems either." Let me think about it. Maybe after the semester ends. I need to study a lot right now." You won't be sorry that you asked me out, Larry. I can do everything that you'd want a girl to do with you. Everything." You make it sound real attractive. I'll think about it, and let you know." I might. Nice belly button ring by the waysissy." Thank you mam," I said.A girl named Brittany said, "Like, why does she call everyone like, siror mam, even though we are like, younger than her?"Mason said, "Brittany, you aren't very good at thinking are you? It'sgood that you are good at other things." Huh?" Brittany said.Kristy said, "Brittany, Bobbie knows that everyone is better than she is,so she shows us respect."By that point Brittany was making out with Mason and didn't even hearKristy."Okay. He was older than me; he’d retired early from mental nursing and when we met he was what he called ‘odd-jobbing’. He’d bought that yacht, Eirene, and was living in her while he went around ‘mending stuff’. Actually, he was a lot like your Rob. Had a motorbike.”“My Rob?”“Tell me you aren’t fond of him? More than fond?”I didn’t answer that, not right away. But it set me thinking. I mean, I lived with the guy in a forty-foot yacht. Slept in the same bunk. Didn’t have a moment’s concern he’d do.