I was actually 10 minutes early from my usual time, so I wandered inside. I could hear some sporting event on the tv. I called out for Tracy, but the ...V must have covered the sound of my voice. I called out again, as I made my way to the massage table. As I walked down the hallway, I turned the corner to see a nude Tracy in the shower. He had a very nice body, some bulging muscles, a hot ass, dark hairy legs. He turned around and I could see that he had no pubic hair, or what I thought was. ” But her face had gone a shade whiter. Houlihan sat back in his chair. “I don’t believe you.” “I didn’t! I swear!” Now, Monica really wasn’t looking good. Her eyes had a slightly hysterical look. Houlihan whipped open his cell phone. He went to the file containing pictures, and showed a picture of her license plate, and also other cars parked on the street. “What night was this? Where were you?” Busted. Monica knew. Somehow, he knew. “Who told you?” She raged. “Who the fuck told you? “That’s. But the white boys were nice. They never made me feel bad for not being white. I only recall one instance, when I was visiting one of my best friends at the time and after playing sports outside for a while, we were supposed to get into the shower and get cleaned. After he had washed off all the dust and dirt he told me, that he always forgets that I will not get “white” after cleaning myself, that also after that, my skin is black, as if it was still covered with dirt. Of course, I didn’t know. Stella rose from the settee across from him and without a word, undressed. Taking her skirt off first, then her blouse and laying both carefully over the arm of the settee, all the while, watching him steadily. She reached around the back and unclipped her bra and placed it on top of the other clothing. She turned back toward him with only a burgundy pair of briefs on. That was when he realised she had a gold bar through her nipples. The metal passed though with a small bead on each end,.