I don't believe that for a moment”. “Ok, so it wasn't the best I've ever had. But it was a hundred times better than the best of these past month.... I'm at wits end. I've worn out three vibes this month alone. I'm running out of ideas”. She looked down at the remains of her salad and sighed. “I see only two options. One, dump him and find someone else. Two, get those needs met with someone else”. Lucy stared at Marsha. “You know that neither of those are options. I love him too much to do. We blacks often judge each other based on our skin tones as well. Thus the more I cover up, the better I feel about it. I'll risk getting darker arms and my face getting some more color, but I'm going to hide as much as I can. Besides, as a gorgeous black girl, I know I've got more to show off with this wonderful booty than with a temporary tan."Alex just shook his head at that. While he could see the sense in it, he had trouble agreeing with it. At least he'd gotten her here, in whatever she. " Where does he live?" Andrea asked. "My husband has a helicopter and a pilot at his disposal." Snow Hill, over on the Shore," Ambrose said. "It's about a five hour drive, there and back." Less than an hour by chopper," she said. "I'll let you know by lunch time." How about the Stanford guy?" I asked."He's got a contract that runs until the first of July. Then he will come East for what he is making out there if we get him a place to live, a studio apartment will do, he says, and find him a. And if you get a little blow in her, and she’ll fuck you and whoever you decide to bring in all night long. I figure on the street, a clean, good-looking white whore like her would be worth a grand for the night. I’ll throw her in the deal, and that should add up to seven grand.’ Alex laughed and nodded his head. ‘Where is this mystery woman?’ he asked finally, as he pocketed the envelope and the photo. ‘Right outside, awaiting my instructions,’ he said smoothly. The two men quickly finished.