Klugman, and then regaled me with how difficult it had been to find the dress.Warren was still overly concerned about my hand, more so when I admitted...that it had started to throb."The medication must have worn off," he said to the glass of scotch in his hand.I nodded and picked up my own, well filled glass and sipped. "Mmmm, good medicine on its own, Warren," I said, thanking him for allowing me to share in what was undoubtedly an expensive blend."It's something called Royal Salute," he said. I had already cleaned my asshole prior since it takes a while to get fully clean down their. I was so scared and nervous to the point where I was feeling sick and my body was shaking from the fear. He text me he’s at the spot and to hurry up, so I snuck out the house and jogged over to the spot and saw his car parked on side of the street. As I slowly walked over to the car fear kept trembling over my body every step I took. Right before I opened the door to the back seat I took a deep breathe. Mom was setting Mrs. Thomas? hair in a way I had never seen before. She had put setting lotion on it and combed it all up to the top of Mrs. Thomas? head and fastened it with a rubber band. Now, Mrs. Thomas had a very tight ponytail at the top of her head. Mom was using her rat-tail comb to divide the ponytail into sections and she was rolling each section on a small roller. All the rollers were in a cluster near the middle of Mrs. Thomas? head. They were piled one on top of the other, in. You tell me" *laughs*Me: "Fair point" *laughs*Chloe: "There is one question I have for you"Me: "Shoot"Chloe: "Is it true what they say about black guys?"Me: *laughs* "I don't know what you mean"Chloe: "You know... big down there"Me: "It is!"Chloe: "I need some proof though"That is when she took me by the belts of my jeans and led me outside the bar. I grabbed her hand and she took me to a little park a minute away from the bar. I was looking left to right to make sure nobody was around. She sat.