Kirk needed..." started Coleen."Oh, yeah, let's see, that just makes the story better. The wife was just helping him to get his rocks off. Seems his w...fe couldn't do it for him anymore," sneered Jamal."How did you know th..." cried Kirk.Jamal looked to Marcy. Kirk and Coleen also turned to her in disbelief, Marcy avoiding their eyes."Oh, it gets better, this story of ours," continued Jamal. "See when the White husband started screwing his neighbor's Black wife, the little lonely White housewife. "Now I've heard that line so much, I was actually going to put it on a T shirt. I was picking up my grocery bags as I saw the bus coming. As I bent down, Tammy was staring at my ass. The reason why I knew this was because when I bent down, my shirt rose up my back showing a light patch of hair on my lower back. She got all excited seeing a hairy back, and without hesitation, felt the patchy fur on my back. I was somewhat surprised feeling her hand on me, rubbing the soft felt of hair. "Oh my. I'm coming back for you, and I'll escort you back to the group with me. If you're already there we'll have your protection for when others come, and your troops can cover them as they cross the field. That way they'll have time to get used to you before anyone else joins us. All right?"Igwanda was momentarily irritated that, for the second time in as many days, Meiersdottir was disregarding his orders without prior consultation. But it took him only an instant to realize that her plan was. Again, there was a long silence. Then, with an intense stare, Sean asked, “I’ve always sensed that you’re attracted to me. Am I right, Wilfred?”A docile “Yes,” was all I could manage.“You’re an educated writer. Why would you find a grungy, dumb-fuck like me appealing?” He asked, somewhat suspiciously.I looked at him for a long while as my mind assembled a thought process. Fuck it, I thought, Time to place my cards on the table.“You are handsome, sexy, funny, down to earth, and more of a man.