But, once underway, there will be no backing out, understand? No matter what you say, I will finish what gets started, ok?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . ... . . . . . . . The Meeting That week seemed to be both rush, yet crawl by. I was excited, but also torn with the idea of some black guy fucking my girlfriend. But soon enough, the Saturday arrived. They had talked the night before and decided that a late morning / early afternoon time might be better. At 12 o'clock on the money, a car pulled up. “You understand most of these men won’t use condoms?”He was standing there nodding, “That’s what I want”“Fuck,” I said. “Billie I need you to tell me you understand what that means”He stopped nodding and thought for a moment, “It probably means gonorrhea and syphilis, maybe HIV. Maybe other nasty things.”“Your sure?”“Yes” he said with and excited smile.A scary thought came to me “Have you been fucked in the ass before?”“Yes, the preacher used to do me, he was surprised I liked. .”“No, no, that’d be okay,” I said. I poured her the cup and brought it to her. I looked her up and down; she noticed and seemed a little concerned by it, my expression. “You look very nice,” I said, and she did. We made to go outside.“Thank you,” she said, apparently intent on letting the matter drop.“We used to do this in the old days on Sunday mornings. Remember?” she said, as we took our seats.I did remember. And, I’d missed those Sundays among other things. “Yes, I remember. Those were. The lights were bit low and the DJ was playing the “Waiting For To-Night” in short the environment was awesome. I was also enjoying it, suddenly my boss and an another guy came and sat on the couch beside me they too were drinking and introduced to the other guy who was an associate of the company, I spoke to him for some time and then suddenly a lady came and spoke to his ear, I could not see her face as the light was low, the person than introduced me to her as his wife and just I got up to.