This first embrace said so much without words and it seemed to last an age; he pressed his whole body to me, burying his face against my neck, hugging...me and kissing my neck. He smelt nice too; he was clearly wearing after-shave or cologne of some kind. Whatever it was, it was doing its job perfectly and I was almost overwhelmed. At best, on entering the cubicle, I had expected - I had hoped – for an ‘ordinary’ young man (like me) who wanted quick, impersonal sex but nothing had prepared me for. I was “frozen” standing there in my boots and feeling her soft, warm hand on my cock as it gently rubbed me down. Oh oooooohh, I thought. Oh my god that’s soooo darn good. Yeah baby, don’t stop doing that. I love it. I really love how you do that Lucy I told myself. I heard her again. “Mmmmmm Mr. Connor,” I heard her say “you really do have a nice thick cock you know.” Her voice was so soft and sweet I heard myself thinking to go on and hold it and squeeze it too. “Oh wow, wow” she went on to. I went to the campus library and wrote an email to the professor detailing the incident. Look, I believe in being careful, alright? In this world, if you’re a black man, everyone seems to be out to get you. Male or female, straight or gay, rich or poor, everyone seems to have something against us brothers. Most of us are fairly nice people, so I don’t know what their problem is. That being said, I don’t make a habit of underestimating anyone. I’ve seen false accusations made by women ruin men. As I sat reading a newsmagazine, I noticed someone else enter the house and go immediately into the room where Colleen had interviewed me last week. I didn't get a good look at this person, and thought nothing much of it, other than to think that they had somehow scooped my appointment time.A few minutes later, Colleen arrived in the reception room, and ushered me into her office. She asked me if would feel comfortable with a form of therapy that was based on minimal sensory input. I was.