Then she took my hand and ordered meto follow her, as we headed for the stairs I asked her if she was sure.Her answer was, to her logical; to me I was...not sure because sheanswered "I want you to make LOVE to me, to purge the HATE that heassaulted me with."When we got to the bedroom she started to undress me, but wouldn't letme do the same for her, again I mentally decided to let her dictate thepace of our love making. Soon I was naked and she started kissing me allover, she knelt in front of. . My eyes are that of a dark green, brown tone. I and slightly more tan then she. Oh, pardon me, the girl I have been speaking of so lovingly, her name is Kennedy. I am bisexual, though I obviously lean more toward females. Anyway, back to the story. The summer was coming to an end, as we only had a week left things were getting confusing. Kenny had been dating a lot, and having a lot more drama, which only broke my heart more. I had decided to move out of my mother’s house, she had to deal. While she was talking to this guy, I watched as a large black man walked up to her and tapped her on the elbow. It looked like she knew him, or was expecting him, because she picked up her drink, said goodbye to the other guy that had been putting a move on her, and she walked upstairs, the black man’s hand resting on the small of her back, kind of guiding her through the crowd. Maybe I was off base, but to me it looked like this black man was clearly marking my mother as his territory,. By the time the lady was done giving him his swats it ended up being 63 in total the lady told the man we are done here let's go back inside the man was happy because she forgot about the switches. The lady said we are now going out for dinner so please get ready take your time because I know your butt is sore. They went out for dinner after dinner when they got home she told the man to go outside and wait so the man waited for 15 minutes finally the lady came out and said remember the switches.