I entered the hallway and as my eyes adjusted to the dark I could makeout a couple leaning against the wall. The black man had his back tome and his s...oulders prevented me from seeing his partner’s face. She was a white woman and her dress had been pulled down around her waist. The black guy was leaning over the woman and was sucking her tits. The woman meanwhile was working on his pants in a frenzied manner. His hand was between the woman's legs, when I saw him tear her flimsily thong off,. Olive had no illusions about Oz's charitable inclinations or, in truth, his total absence of them. He might be a good fuck but he'd probably still fuck her over.Olive sat up on the alleyway kerb and was for the first time aware that she wasn't alone. There were the usual bags of rubbish, but these were all torn open by urchins and urban foxes who'd been scavenging for what the better-off could afford to discard. There were broken bottles, the remnants of a bicycle that had been pulled apart and. " If Crystal can't handle it..." I added."All bets are off," Desiree finished, nodding."Okay, so, what do you want?" I asked."Where are you? Crystal says you're good for three..." That was one. We had a long, slow buildup," I replied."I wanna get a good look at it," Desiree declared."Yeah, well, whatever..." I snagged a cushion from Crystal and got back up on the couch. I was a little lank..."Hmmm..." Desiree knelt between my legs. "It looked bigger..." It IS bigger!" Crystal declared. "He's. “How was it?” I asked my friend, doing my best to sound excited.She didn’t look happy. I assumed it had something to do with what the fortune teller had “discovered” about her future. I wanted to tell her not to worry, but doing that would have forced me to dispel my friend’s beliefs. I remained silent.“She’s waiting for you,” was all my friend said.I gave my friend a questioning look, but she forced a smile upon her lips. It was her way of telling me she would be fine. Shrugging, I made my way.