Otherwise you would have said no.”I must have turned every shade of red possible.Then Vanessa said, “Can I invite my girlfriends over for the week...nd? It’s Friday and you would have forty-eight hours to convince me that you are telling me the truth about liking big beautiful teenagers.”I stammered out, “But you girls are only thirteen and I’m thirty-nine. That is a total of all of your ages put together. That’s wrong and I can go to jail.”Vanessa said, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”I asked,. " I don't know if Jill's ready for that." She said she'd like to be friends with you. This would be a good time to start. I'll give her a call and see how she feels about it." OK."I called Jill and she said she was fine with it. She told me her father wanted to know if Mom was coming this week."I'll ask her." He wants to know now. I'm not supposed to hang up until you let me know." All right. Hang on."I went back to Mom's room and knocked on the door. She asked what I wanted so I had to shout. Also has some truly remarkable friends. Intelligent, beautiful and simply amazing young Black women from all over. Her best friend Rashida O’Neill Mohammed is half Irish and half Somalian. A tall, slim, Caramel-skinned and long-haired young Black woman. She’s alright but I don’t like this much milk in my coffee. Another close friend of hers is Juanita Champagne, a short and curvy, truly vivacious Haitian sister. I grew to like her entourage. There are so many spirited young Black women in this. I stand, unsure of what he is planning. “Turn around,” he commands gently. I do as I am told, I feel his hand caress my ass cheeks, then I feel the sting as his hand lands sharply on one cheek. He then says, “bend over,” as he runs his hand down my back giving me a slight push forward. I do and I feel his hand continue down my back, down the crease of my ass, along my inner thigh as he lifts one leg onto the bed, giving him complete access from behind. I feel his hand slide back up my thigh.