I’m at work. I just thought I would call and wish you a happy birthday. I hope you are having a good day. I’ll talk to you some time this week. Ta...e it easy,’ he said as he hung up the phone and continued on with his day. Jerry’s day was uneventful. He kept checking his phone to see if she returned his call when he was at work but he never did hear back from her. Jerry made sure his alarm clock was set as he crawled into bed. He could see her beautiful face staring back at his face. They smiled. I want a White man. I don't care if he is old and ugly; as long as he is White, I will love him. I have money. If I divorce my husband, half of the restaurant business is mine, so I will be quite wealthy. I need, I want, to be a White man's sex slave, because I'm addicted. I just love the feeling of a White cock inside me. I don't understand why but I just get turned on so much by being fucked and humiliated by White men. I'm sure all Asian women do but they don't like to be honest with. The old house was a pit. No furniture, boxes, a centerfold crudely tacked to the wall in the living room. A few cushions and boxes thrown around and the sound of Mettalica on the stereo. I was surrounded by scraggly bikers dressed in black. One wore only black underwear. Another held a dumbbell in one hand and idly pumped it as he studied my scantily clad body. A third in a leather jacket looked me from blue feet to chattering teeth. A fourth moved between the door and me, arms crossed.. As a result, I find it easier to give in or compromise, than to fight -- my shrink says I'll get over it; I agree.So, I moved in with her, albeit under some duress. Her lease had been up anyway, so we signed a three month joint lease for a two bedroom in the same complex. I hoped that everything would work out, but deep in my gut I wasn't sure. I had been all ready to break up with her and now I was just confused. She didn't stay out of my hair, and by the end of the semester, I had all but.