Me gaya to bole tum kyu aaye ho….mene bola bhai ne muje bola tha….tumhe gauv chhodne ke liye….Muje bhabi ne puchha tumhare bhai nahi aa rahe men... bola wo kam me busy hai isliye nahi aa payenge…..to bhabi ke chehre par mene muskurahat dekhi….to muje yakin ho gaya k aaj kuchha jarur honga….to fir hum nikale gauv ke liye….hum bazar se hote huye nikale kyonki bhabhi kuchh lena tha….fir hum town se bahar gauv ke raste me aa gaye……bas yuhi hum majak karte ja rahe the sath me uska 3-4 sal ka bachha. I didn’t need the money, so I took only those deliveries the kids, Lucinda, Gerome, and Chrystal, couldn’t. Mostly because of his previous criminal record Gerome chose no to make deliveries. It was mostly Lucinda and Crystal who made the deliveries. Tommy and I just filled in when neither of them, nor Gerome wanted to make the run. It was a very informal operation.Tommy and I spent our time vetting the customers, and being the face of the company when a face was necessary. Like what happened. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the. Then one came up that caught me off guard. "Do you always sleep with white women? Have you ever been with a black woman?" Jill asked. "Well, I have slept with both. Can't say which I prefer." I replied. "I have been with alot of men, but never a black one." Jill said. "I have been with alot of women, both races, all races." I replied with a smile. "Lord, Have I been with alot of men. So many I lost count. two somes, three somes, orgies. One night stands, two night stands, quickies. I probably.