“Thanks baby, I’ve got a side girl here who loves when I drop by on the down low. Tell Jerome I’ll keep my head down during the trial.”“I’...l give him the message,” she said, speeding off.Just being in the area made the arrogant black woman feel like her car was depreciating by the second. Once she crossed the invisible line between ghetto and normal society an aire of calm returned to her demeanor.“What the fuck are you doing, Amanda? Be a good girl and play chauffeur to some stupid thug. Oh. But then, I think that’s just because he’s still annoyed Uncle John named his firstborn ‘Samuel’.”I chuckled. “Naming you was entirely your mother’s decision: respecting her father AND symbolically breaking free at the same time.”“Yeah, but it’s still a mouthful.”I arched an eyebrow. “That a sex joke about your nickname?”BJ blushed, rolled his eyes, and groaned, “Daaaad.”I clapped my hands together and sat up. “So that’s it. That’s the story of how your Mom and I got together ... sort of.”“But. The week was over, and she wanted to go out on the town.We got home, and there was a message from Sophie to call her back.The receptionist put me through. Sophie said, "Britt, you're a naughty boy. The receptionist stayed in the doorway to see what was in the box. I was reluctant to open it, but I finally took a peek and told her that it was a blouse. That somehow, mine had received a stain and you were kind enough to make sure to have it cleaned. She left and closed the door. When I lifted the. I found it hot to watch so I really wondered if I was okay enough to swing both ways if I had the chance to.It wasn’t just that I was lonely. I’d lay in bed at night, hearing the squeaking of my parents’ bed as they moaned and groaned in sexual contentment. Well, I was adopted so they weren’t my parents by blood but they were the only parents I ever knew so I loved them just as any kid loved their parents. When they’d gasp and fuck at night, I’d lay there in bed simply listening and thinking to.