”“Renewing acquaintances?” Charles asked. “Something like that,” I replied.“Tonight I have other plans for you,” he said.“Yes, of cour...e,” I replied. I was a professional, of course he had other plans for me.He worked the room, this was business. Alan stood by the door, ensuring our privacy, that I was there, a mark of his trust perhaps. “Ali, good to see you, now you want some girls for the weeks celebration?” Charles asked.“A dozen, my friend, plus Ashley,” he said.“Ashley, and her mother?”. At least in a bubble bath I would feel safe and relaxed, but now I was most certainly not feeling either. It was then that I decided to cut my losses for the evening as I turned my undivided attention to a new target, John.The waitress returned with our drinks and I used the break in the guys' conversation to naturally ease myself into it. I talked to both of them but directing questions to John. In doing so I forced us to have to lean in closer to each other to decipher the responses since the. “You loving this black cock, who’s the slave now cracka bitch…huh…white-bread pussy?” I ask.“YES…YES, OH YES TEAR MY WHITE SISSY ASS UP DRILL DADDY,” You scream. “Nah, you ain’t loving that muthafucka yet. I slap your ass hard and use my muscular hips to slam into you with all my strength. “I love, I love it, oh god I swear I love it!” You scream. I can see the frozen look of ecstasy on your face and it drives me wild. “I’m gonna destroy your pussy fagboi. I don’t think I’m hitting that shit. Hewas losing eight years; Charlotte was twenty-eight, not twenty.Charles was surprised that he didn't feel more outraged than he did.Was he was beginning to accept his fate already? Perhaps he wassimply too tired to stay angry. His stomach made little noises; herealized he hadn't eaten breakfast yet. He should get dressed now,he thought.He went to the dresser. Ken's things were in the top two drawers,and Charlotte's were in the bottom three. Half-heartedly, he pulledout a pair of Ken's.