. both of us." I don't..."Jamal came back into the room with drinks in his hand, handing one to Marcy, Kamon doing the same for Nikki."You two getting...to know each other?" smiled Jamal"Yes, Nikki was telling me you two have some big plans," replied Marcy."Yes we do, but let's don't talk business so soon," said Kamon. "Nikki, why don't you make this fine young thing feel welcome."There was only the hint of resignation in the attractive wife's eyes as she took Marcy's drink and her own and handed. ” “Okay, daddy!” “I ain’t playin’, bitch!” “Yes sir!” “May I ask when was the last time you fucked a boi?” “Shit, it been bout six months.” “Why so long?” “Had this fem shawty, but he moved. Do you stay by yo-self?” “Yes. I live alone.” “Dat’s wassup. I’ma prolyl spend a couple nights a week witchu.” “Sounds good.” “Hey, I just got off the exit.” “Dat’s wassup. Pull around to the back. You can park next to a red Nissan,” he said peering out the window. “Okay. What room?” “Bitch, I’ll tell you. Sometimes, to keep up her image, during social hours Steve would have a goad and pick on me mercilessly, hurling insults about my background, my money; my supposed revolutionary ideals. Sometimes it felt very real, but I knew that when we were alone together, she would clearly prove that she loved me again.I had been in Galloway for nearly a year when I had my severest test. It came as such things do, at the most obvious and least appropriate moment, and was mostly own stupid fault. I was back. .?' I shook my head slowly as one of them rifled through my pockets. His report chilled me through and through. '...Punks broke, ain't got a cent...' The two largest stepped up and said '...that's too bad, you've got to come up with something to make us happy. And do it really, really quick...' I did not have to use my imagination to now what they wanted, both of them was stroking their penis through their pants leg. I muttered '...look fellows, I ain't no punk you've got to let me go, they.