Young asked Aunt Rita if little Marcus could come out to the family farm one weekend. Mrs. Young wanted to show her little black charge the countrysid... that he had never seen before.What she didn't know was that very first night in her country home; Marcus visited her bed that evening. The unsuspecting Mrs. Young didn't know what hit her. She thought that it was her husband who had returned early from an out-of-town trip and wanted sex upon his return. The bed sank from his weight and she felt. “How about the looser . . . has to do whatever the winner says," she wrote."Oh. So if you win, what do I have to do?" "You have to wait to find out. It’s more fun that way." As she slipped the paper back toward me, she had a very mischievous grin on her face. She cocked one eyebrow up and waited for my reply. "Two out of three, or four out of seven?" I wrote. "Five of Nine." She wrote. Then drew the grid lines and drew an O, with a happy face inside it, at the top right corner. Back and forth. I soon hit my stride and I was really enjoying myself. At various times during my lecture, I would have students stand and I would point out examples of what I was talking about. About mid morning we were discussing the different things one could do to enhance breast lines. I asked a very beautiful Negro woman who was sitting in the front row to stand and face the class. She was tall and slim, with coal black skin. Although she was wearing a sweater, I could tell that the corset she was. Besides, while he waited for his son, he could check out the moms. He laughed to himself at the idea, he never would have thought he’d one day look forward to being able to scope out women over thirty. He’d never been the scoping type, for one thing, but he’d also never thought much about moms being sexy until he became a parent himself. As long as he didn’t think about his own mother, he figured he’d be fine. Turning, he saw her again. She was here everyday and everyday he caught her watching.