Any resemblance between the content of this story or any of the characters depicted herein and real persons or events is highly unlikely and purely co...ncidental."These allegations are false!" Gordon Henderson faced a throng of reporters. In his mind, a throng had to contain at least twenty cameras and at least seven satellite trucks. He stood two steps above the wide concrete upper deck. The last fifteen steps waited behind him, separating him from the courthouse entryway. The venue had been. Just wishful thinking...The drive thru line was taking forever, so I left and drove past the lot a few times, waiting for the cop to leave. About 15 minutes later, he was gone so I went in and parked my car. I got all my stuff together, got out of my car and walked toward the path. On my way there, I passed a car with two black guys sitting in it, one of them was the guy I saw earlier. Guess he was there for the same reading I was. I thought I might get lucky, and so I made eye contact and. "Just what do you think you're doing, serrah?"He snorted, weaving his fingers into my hair to tilt my head and attack my neck. "Well, since someone obviously bought me such a beautiful gift, I couldn't possibly turn it down..." He nipped my neck, making me squirm."Oh you think I'm some sort of possession to be bought, do you?" I gasped again as he nibbled the opposite side of my neck."Well, you must be – what else would you be doing in my bed, naked?"Then his head disappeared under the blanket,. "Maybe I let you bang me." Morning, Alexander," I mumbled, taking a seat at the kitchen island.Alexander came up beside me and laid a hand on my back. "I make you my special ice coffee and you tell me all that has happened to you."He did, and I did. Alexander and I might never be lovers, but he had become my friend. The painter my father sent arrived mid-morning. Benny was an older guy, maybe in his fifties. He smelled of cigarette smoke and was grizzly, but he seemed friendly enough. He was.