We played tonsil hockey for a minute or two. He broke off and whispered, ‘Ready for the cherry popper?’ I nodded, very bravely I thought. My head ...wam, it was him, Anthony. My perfect Anthony. My baby-sky-blue eyes, my tan dark skin, my muscle pumped Anthony was going to enter my virgin body and take what can’t be brought back. He plunged in and I didn’t feel anything. I was drunk still, I guess. He pumped slowly in and out, slowly because as he cursed beautifully how tight I was, he became. She was surprised that I didn’t drop her back home. She was all scared of her parents so we made her friend talk to her parents saying that it’s a girls night out and want her there. Their parents were a little rude but accepted for it later.Not knowing the fact that my parents aren’t home she was worried about what am I gonna introduce her in my home I soothed her with a kiss and said it will be fine and I will take care of it. As soon as she saw me unlocking the front door with my extra key. Turning to lift the tray from the desk, I bent down to place it on the floor before my girl, as I spoke her eyes kept flitting from my own to the tray and back. "You have been sold to the highest bidder, so now you have a choice, before you on the tray lies you old life, your belongings, the contents of your apartment, all are in storage, the key for which is before you. Now open the envelope." I paused as my girl reached out, picking up the envelope, ripping it open to spill the banknotes. . your smile... your eyes. Awww really? She blushes. Yeah to be honest from the first time you walked up to me I was just floored. I wanted to ask you on a date but lost my nerve...Wells it’s a good thing you didn’t cause I would have said no...I looked at her disappointed.You know how many white men come in here and ask us out? A lot! But we know what they really want. She laughed. So you keep coming in here eating this terrible food just to see me to look at me ? Means a lot. I’ll be right.