‘Kate why don’t we get in bed, where I feel like I know what’s going on.’ ‘Oh, I see,’ said Kate, still wearing her I’m-messing-with-you...expression. ‘You think you’re pretty well master of that domain, do you?’ The guys returned to their movie as Kate slid under the sheet, and I quickly finished undressing and joined her. ‘Did you like stripping me?’ Kate asked, without a hint of approbation. Her expression was light, cheerful. If the disrobing or my roommates’ reactions were troubling her in. As they made it to the finals, they were pitted against Ox and Susanne. Most of the crowd was cheering them on from the side. As he ducked under the water he saw she had peeled her bottoms down enough to show most of her creamy white butt cheeks. He gulped under water and let his fingers slide lightly over them then ducked between them as she reached quickly behind herself and pulled them back up. “Thought you might need a little inspiration going into the finals, Brother Michael,” she. So, I wasn’t far off in my early judgment. “Tell me something, Samuel … have you had experience with women?”He looks back from my body to my face with a tight smile. “Yes, Ma’am.”“A white woman by chance?”“No, Ma’am”, while shaking his head. “Not back then, Ma’am.”“Good, I can be your first, then.” He nods. It didn’t require a response but he gave one, anyway. I take one of his hands and put it on my bare hip. “Samuel, I am probably twice you age.” His eyes left the hand on my hip and focuses. ‘Is that who I think it is?’ I asked the room in general. The welcoming party tittered an affirmative. ‘Oh crap.’ The laughter rose. Now, bear in mind that I’m an experienced journalist. I’ve interviewed the president, celebrities (Bruce Willis was thoroughly entertaining, and I nearly got into a cat fight with Jada Pinkett-Smith), oil moguls and five star generals. I have never in my life been this intimidated. All this happened in a span of thirty seconds, and I was already a nervous wreak..