She doesn't even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It’s just something she has been curious about her whole life and...thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard tales about what great lovers’ black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had large cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. Visions of a black man humping. I couldn’t wait to be in his arms again, be underneath the weight of his body, feel his breath on me…The thoughts made me tremble. I left the train and went to get us some coffees. He decided to meet me, yet again, at a Starbucks. I waited outside and watched him as he crossed the street towards me. The feelings of the first time I saw him seemed distant and familiar at the same time. The excitement was more intense and the nervousness of the unknown was completely gone. I now know this man,. He picked it up."I wonder how far he got," he said to Becca. "I don't want to spoil it for him so I'll start at the beginning again. Tell me if you're bored."He read the first chapter again. There was no response from Becca. He put the book down."When are you going to speak to me, Becca darling? I've told you I love you. So the cat's out of the bag. What do you feel about me? Come on, darling. Talk to me."He read her the second chapter and sat back again.There was no response. Edward looked at. “I’ll survive,” I said.“So how is Ester?” she asked.“Ester is fine,” I said.“Is that all,” she said with a laugh.“Aren’t you the nasty bitch these days,” I said closing the door behind me. I peed in peace. When I returned to the day bed, I fell asleep instantly.Unlike Marcy, Marty was up and making coffee when I left the bathroom after my shower. She was in her gown with a robe. She looked to good to have make it to fifty without some surgery.“I meant to ask you in NJ how much does a boob job.