“Why don’t you have a girl friend? You aren’t gay are you?”I assured her I wasn’t gay.“Hmmm,” she hummed, as she lowered her oversized s...ades on her nose and looked at me.“You better be careful, gurl,” I said in return.“You ever been with a black gurl before?” she asked.“No,” I replied. “You’d be the first.”“You know what they say?” she quickly responded. “You go black and you don’t go back.”I laughed. “Yeah,” I replied, “I’ve heard that before.”Tanya bit down on her lower lip and lowered her. I'm so glad you made it. Isn't this fun?" I looked up at the person to give them a snide answer, but when I saw it was Jean, my boss, I held it in. She was all decked out for the night, wearing a royal blue velvet pantsuit with a plunging neckline, and diamonds dripping from her earlobes. She actually looked kind of sexy, but I was in too bad a mood to really notice."Do you need a refill?" she asked, looking at my wineglass.I mustered a smile. "Sure, I'll have another." I barely noticed when. Now just turned 18 hethought it was time to go out on the town and see if he could the impressother people and had the idea of picking up older 'cougars' he'd heard somuch about."How hard could it be?" he thought thinking of all the desperate olderwomen out there looking for a younger guy.He chose to look for a club on the other side of town where he felt hecould remain anonymous. But not knowing the area very well, he startedhaving trouble finding the right place. He finally came across a. I asked her to get ready and got out of the room. My mind started fighting with me and I wasn’t sure.Finally, I decided to give one last try and seduce her and see where it goes. When she was ready, she called me to her room. She was wearing a light pink saree. She had her silky hair let loose. It was falling on one side of her body. She wasn’t wearing any jewels.Me: Why are you just wearing a saree?Didi: I am not going to a fashion show. And he has to like me, not my accessories.Me: That.