Most folks were still working inside the building. That was just the way I wanted it. I was leaning against the trunk of my rented car, which had the ...ood up. There was nothing wrong with the vehicle. It was just a good way to stake out the place. Anyone who happened to notice me would think I was just some unfortunate guy having car trouble, perhaps waiting for a tow truck. Indeed, I was waiting for someone, but not for a tow truck – I was waiting for my target. One of the nice things about. ”Joy led the way to Della’s bedroom. The custom made bed was bigger than a king-size, and had the full compliment of four poster and canopy. The handmade sheets were pink silk… yes, silk. I had never even seen a set of silk sheets, now I was going to fuck two rich women on them. I began to undress when Della took over, “I’ll do this, young man. And it’s alright for me to call you young. I was thirteen when you were born. Ohhhh, nice! I can’t wait to see what this looks like when it gets. All too true. She had come to the big city, gotten drunk and been seduced by two perfect strangers on the very first day. That must be some kind of an all-time record!Someone had straightened up the bed covers, she saw. Comforter, blankets, and sheets had all been tangled together the last she remembered them, tangled up like she and Nina and Axel were. God, what had gotten into her? She pressed her wrists into her stinging eyes as if to blackout the debasing images, but to no avail. When. "The nurse looks at me and repeats, "Well I was sorry to see you lose such a beautiful black baby boy."I stutter, "But ... but ... but ... he should not have been Nubian. Are you certain?"She replies, "Well he wasn't that big yet, but I'd bet my life on it. Now don't you worry, I'm sure you can have many more babies since you're young and healthy."She leaves but I do not cogitate how my fetus could be Nubian? I researched my Ben's genetics and there were no Nubians in his family, just Cherokee.