It was too small to be a lake, but too big to be a pond. I chose to call it a poke (pond + lake = poke). I took a seat on one of the benches that stoo... by the waters edge and watched the reflection of the night sky in the poke. The smog kept the stars from shining through, but the moon was clearly visible. I watched it for a few minutes before closing my eyes to listen to the relaxing sound of the autumn wind rustling to through the leaves. I could picture the long branches of the weeping. So in college I was good buddies with a big well-muscled black guy. We would drink a lot together and sometimes talk-shit to each other, in a funny way of course. However, one time the shit talking got to a point where I could tell he was serious, I was turned-on, and I've later fantasized about the possibilities if I was wiser then. So this guy was a total player, always plowing the best white girls of course. I was okay at getting girls but never quite had the confidence, the body, the dick,. . then we would take it from there ... a damn good plan, I thought ... we even shook hands to confirm our deal...So then I proceeded up the hill to the house. My cleaning plan was to get the house looking good enough that someone wanting to move in would simply have to back the truck up and "have at it...". I worked inside first, then mowed the front & back yards. I had brought some shower supplies, and a fresh set of clothes – for I had another plan – namely to clean up and get the hell out of. Catherine was really starting to enjoy herself, as she usually did when she was dressed in her hot-looking dancing clothes and 'come-fuck-me' high-heeled shoes, and was shaking it out on a dance floor. She always enjoyed being seen and desired by guys. She had bent over and was deliberately grinding her very lovely ass into Belton's groin at times, or rubbing her thighs along Belton's leg and he was groping her appreciatively as they moved. Belton, for his part, was being discreet enough, but.