I guess meeting him on the road and then following him into his house was more suspecious than simply going with him but it was his neighborhood.Insid... the house I went up the stairs to the third floor where a door was slightly ajar. When I approached it was opened and the guy let me in. His grey sports trousers had already developed some buldge that showed his excitment. He lead me into his room that has a bed, some small table and a couch opposite the bed and asked me to take place on the. This time, he seemed to have no method. Great clumps of the beautiful dress came away in his hands. Sometimes he tore away at it like a mad man. Sometimes he removed parts of the dress, trapped under the rope, with scissors with a deftness I’d never imagined possible. Before long, that dress, that beautiful dress, lay in shreds on the floor with me beside it. He had never tied my legs and when the last stitch of the dress was off my body, he pulled himself on top of me. He held me, my body. "... his chest has bikini lines. I'm sure of it. That's him, there." Icould hear her talking to her friend as they got closer. They slowed downas they approached and walked past me. I pretended that I wasconcentrating on my book although I was not looking at the words on thepage, I was doing my best to see what they were doing out the corner ofmy eyes. My face was burning red with embarrassment."Oh my god!" the friend exclaimed and they both bent towards each otherand giggled as they walked on. After she hung up, she sat at the table she kept wondering did I do the right thing? Sasha came out of her bedroom in a short white robe she sat down. “So, what’s up girlfriend did you make a date? Yes, were having lunch Friday, he’s calling me tomorrow with where and when. I need to get a sitter for the boys. No sweat Gail I’ll watch them until you get home it’s only lunch after all”. Gail left a short time later she was terribly excited about meeting this very attractive black guy as usual.