I have my mother’s last name, which is Hill.’ ‘I only saw my daughter a handful of times as she was growing up,’ Frank said as he poured himse...f coffee. ‘Meredith — her mother — lives in North Carolina. We talked on the phone and exchanged cards and letters, so when she told me she was coming here to attend university, I was thrilled. I offered to let her stay with us, but she told me she had things all arranged with a roommate and everything, so that was fine.’ ‘I knew about Frank’s daughter. This Black man was very muscular and tall and had a sexy deep voice that could penetrate even this loud bar. he was speaking loudly enough that i knew my BF could hear what he was saying. he was touching my arm when he would speak to me or my shoulder and i could feel how strong his hands were. his gaze would never leave my eyes unless to look at my body. i loved every second of it. he even grabbed some of my hair and brushed it off my shoulder. and stroked my arm on the way down while his. In this case luck was with me, and with some extra effort, I was able to wedge the door open.It was the woman I'd heard moan, and I checked her pulse. It was rapid, but I didn't think dangerously so. I reached for the man and checked his pulse. It was there, but it was slow. He was unconscious and unlikely to be able to help me get him out of there. First things first, I had to get the woman out.I carefully grasped the woman's shoulder and pulled her toward me, catching her before she fell out. Definitely," I stammered. "Yeah I was actually just about to head out in a little while. You want something to drink?" I looked down from behind her. She sat on my couch, her skirt riding up her silky thighs. I wanted to run my tounge up and down them."No thanks," she said. "Am I messing things up by hanging around here? Did you have plans?" No," I answered quickly. "Nothing special."She stood up and straightened her skirt down. My eyes went right down to her legs and I felt her eyes catch me.