She wondered where she was, everything seemed so strange…not a bad strange though. Usually when she woke up it was Mrs Johnson on 147 screaming off ...er head at her four boys for being late to school again. It was usually to the sound of Clay Brown, the stripper next door practicing his Elvis crotch grabs to Christina Aguilera’s ‘Dirty’. This definitely wasn’t Building 8 on Bertrand Road. It was all so quiet. She’d been here before but she’d never lain in his bed before, merely watched him in. God, now there was a scary thought. Sally as a mini Myrna. The only difference was that Myrna was a woman of color, as she had told me on several occasions. She said she hated the term Negro or African American. She said this was just a polite way of saying they needed to be called something society wanted, instead of facing the fact that we were all a nation of people of color, just different in colors and shades.I had already learned that lesson in the Legion. We had a very large African. Suddenly she stood up and went tothe bar. She was standing right next to him as shereached for a napkin. He pulled another stool up for herand said something to her. Without so much as a glanceback towards me, she sat down on the empty stool.He ordered her a drink. By the time it came, his hand wason her knee, working its way up her inner thigh. Thereweren’t that many people who could see it, maybe five orsix, but I seemed to be the only one noticing.As Sue took a sip of her drink, I. Toh hum sab tayar ho gaye jaane ke liye karib raat 10 baje hum goa phonnch gaye humne ek he room liya taaki mera cousin hamare saath sosake meri wife ne kha ki hum sex kasie karenge toh maine kha koi baat nahi woh sofa pe soo jayega hum phir kar lenge usne kha nahi aise acha nahi lagta maine kaha chalo dekhenge phir raat ko hamne change kar liya maine apni wife ko bola ki bra panty na daale gown ke neeche usne kha theekh hai jab woh bahar ayi woh itni sexy lag rahi thi iske momma poree shape pe.