The next morning I awoke to their lovemaking, my mother was always noisy when doing it, but as I found out later, he was always keen to hear the femal... mouthing, during their primeval acts of copulation, he was a big believer in the female being the aggressor in lovemaking, her need to be fertilized as the overriding factor, during sex, and now his theory was to be put to the test, with a girl just starting out on her periods, my first drop of blood, making me a vampire of lust, and as such, my. ." Nah," said the white girl. "Nobody'll probably bother to look and, ifthey do, they'll just see a pervert getting his kicks." She got herfingers under his watchband. "And this won't go with your new look, soI'll just take care of it for you."Al meekly accepted that. Maybe if he said something to her she wouldease up on him. He could mention that he didn't think she was tooheavy. That some guys would appreciate her heavy boobs and queen-sizedass. Black guys liked girls like that, didn't. As we chatted, she told me why she picked Rail as a handle. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She was indeed skinny as a rail.Though she wasn't quite as ugly as that mud fence, she certainly wouldn't win any beauty contests. I saw no reason to be insulting to a stranger.She nodded in acknowledgment when I agreed she was quite thin. However, when I told her she was wrong about the ugly part, a broad smile spread across her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle. I told her. .”“We’ll see, won’t we? Get in there!”She paused, looking at him. “Why aren’t you moving?”Rob looked uncomfortable. “I ... don’t think I can.”Kathy looked sympathetic. “You’ll learn. Let your instincts guide you.”Rob got up from the couch and headed to the far side of the room. “Like this?” He pantomimed throwing a ball into a basket.“Yes, just like that. See, you’re getting it!”Rob continued to throw a nonexistent ball.“You’re a natural! Why did you think you couldn’t score?” Kathy called out.