He stopped the rickshaw and I peed in a little dark ally, sat in the rickshaw feeling relieved, while sitting in the rickshaw I saw the handsome fello...s bulge it looked big. I asked him, where is he from? He replied “Kashmir se hu sahab”, then I asked him his name he said “Mohammad Parvez” i was like a muslim hottie, wow and a kashmiri guy that to in uniform (I have the hots for men in uniform, handsome cops, watchmen, rickshaw guys, and cabbies).He was driving in a normal pace, he asked me. I stood on the threshold sheepishly, then set my bag down and started looking around for a sizable rock. Vi watched with interest as, red faced, I smashed one of the window panes in the front door, then reached inside to unlock it. It swung open with a creak, and I stepped inside. It wasn’t exactly in a state of disrepair, but it had clearly not been maintained in any way after I had been evicted, hell I would have to be insane to expect Troopers to apply a new coat of paint or check for water. "Oh, what do you want to write about?" It's complicated." Whitney took a sip of her water. "I want to write a novel about a black man growing up in a poor neighborhood that succeeds in spite of the odds against him." Oh, a fantasy," I quipped.Whitney gave me a dirty look, and suddenly looked sad."What's the matter?" I asked."I've been studying the black community for a couple of years, and you're right, it is a fantasy for most black men." A couple of years? Didn't you grow up in the black. But I suppose I could give him a harmless glance at my panties." I could feel the bed rocking slightly telling me that Oscar was arching his hips as our conversation was arousing him, making his little pecker hard. I liked the fact that he grew aroused at the thought of me exposing myself to another man. It excited me too. "But Irene, no one will know you don't have any panties under your skirt until you let it fall open for him. And you won't do that when other people are around. He'll be the.