She wore a skirt which stopped right above her knees. Her wet finger was now slowly raising that skirt in front of me exposing her soft thighs."Kristy...stop," I whispered."You mean you don't want me to come to your room tonight? You know how dad loves it."She was right. John learned to expect that special treat thinking it's a call girl I brought to our bed to spice up our love life. He was blindfolded and tied to the bed when she came over and little did he know it was his own daughter who. She would pay for this and pay dearly. He backed out of the driveway not sure if he would even have the nerve to return home. He had nothing but the clothes on his back.Why had he been so thoughtless, so stupid? He jeopardized his marriage for a night of lust. At the time, it seemed so imperative to him to fulfill his fantasy. The thoughts of his submission to Black women had been growing for years. Everything about Black women seemed to reek of sensuality. He had long since stopped looking at. “And me with a total of… yeah, that’ll be none!”“Well, if you wanted a ‘fella’ you should’ve said” she shot back dead-pan and then burst out laughing.“Funny girl,” I snarled back and then broke out into a grin.“I have my moments.” She grinned back. She looked down for a second and then back up into my eyes; “Just remember and this does sound all psycho-babble bullshit but… you’re having a conversation… you’ve got to listen as well as talk, just with your bodies.”“Listen and talk?” I echoed. .. but he only asked me out last night for this weekend. I thought I had better accept and date a few times in case he wanted to take me to the prom." Poking at my chest she continued, "Besides I think that you've forgotten that you said that you would take me, and I would hate to be stood up since I've already bought the dress.'I was stunned. I HAD forgotten but she could've easily reminded me. "You already bought a dress?" I asked still stunned."Yeah, that weekend after you asked me." Laurie.