The silken material tickles on its descent.“Don’t hide yourself. I order you to show me.”I look down to see both forearms shielding my chest fro... view. It is more difficult for some reason, this sudden shift from cover to exposition. Can you sense my nervousness? Does it peep through to your searching gaze like my flusters? I am on the precipice of giving in. What will it take?Strong, calloused hands take my forearms and yank them away. I yelp in surprise; it certainly wasn’t my expectation to. “That’s for not telling me you were straight,” I said, expecting a big complaint.“Ow, she said, that was wonderful. I’ll never tell you anything again if that’s what it takes.”Catching on quickly, I threatened her with no more unless she told me everything.“Later, I’ll tell you everything later, just do that again.”Being light, I picked her up bodily and having swung my legs over the side of the bed, I bent her over my knee. Too beautiful to smack, too beautiful not to smack. I started. There was a small beauty salon on the corner, Ruby's. I took tostopping in to get my hair done. It was a friendly place, where thewomen would gather and talk about the men. The women all talked loudly,and they laughed boisterously. I seemed to be accepted -- I was black,after all -- as just another woman working just another job andstruggling paycheck to paycheck. I paid to have my hair straightened.At the shop owner'S recommendation, I had a blonde streak put in it. Iliked it.Every morning I. Xxx that had definitely got my undivided attention, a bit on the lively side. The most annoying thing, or maybe it was the thing that caught my eye in the first place, was that name Sexy-legs. That had been one of my older pet names for Lindsey. But I must add I hadn't used it in years... well, since our first born started repeating things. Funny how you have to change your vocabulary when the kids come along, isn't it?Pissed off, you bloody bet I was. Lindsey was not only the only other person.