“So, tell me what it's like dancing at the Pink Velvet,” Mommy purred. “I've only been there once, and I didn't dance.”“Oh, it's the...” M... words trailed off as I heard movement downstairs. I glanced at the open bedroom door. “Is Daddy home?”“Oh, that's the milkman,” she purred. “Every week, while you're in school anyways, he delivers more than the milk.”“Mommy, you big slut,” I laughed as I heard the footsteps creep up the stairs.“You wanted to try a Black man,” she whispered in my ear. “And. .. undulating. Dazed, Shanna could only watch as her fingers made their way to the end of Anelie's spine. Made their way into that crevice. Unable to breath, Shanna saw her thumbs, briefly, touch the hole which marked the end of that line, drawing a shuddered gasp from beneath her. Her hands then spread, caressing the two white globes on either side. They were firm. Strong.Beautiful.Her friend's body moved faster under her hands. Shanna's caresses became firmer. A thumb again traveled to that. I did. I never thought you would reply. Can you do it? ‘Oh, I can do it, most of the time. Where are you?’ ‘I am in Chicago.’ ‘I am in California, that makes it difficult.’ ‘I could come to you.’ ‘Lets talk first. Have you ever been hypnotized?’ ‘Yes, several years ago a stage hypnotist hypnotized me.’ ‘What do you remember?’ ‘Actually, very little. My friends told me I acted silly on the stage, but I don’t remember. I just remember going on the stage. I don’t even remember going back to my. She said she had a couple of papers thatneeded his signature.He said no problem, and that he was glad they had gotten a new client.After supper he cleaned up while she read the evening paper. He went inand started to read the paper. She came and told him to sign the twopapers. He for some unknown reason didn't trust her, so he signed themas Theresa Anne Taylor. He felt glad when she didn't look at them butstuffed them into a briefcase. He wondered where she had gotten it.Before she went to bed.