I leaned down close to his ear
“My breasts really need attention.”
That was all I got to say for the next hour. There were several black guys sitting on his porch. My black lover count was up one more. They were filled and a bit of a bother. Maybe what is needed right now would be an untraceable phone call from you; maybe to you mother”
He went silent pondering. He was furious. He murmured lovingly,
“You sure are on board in more ways than one, lover.”
I nodded and hugged him one more time and he responded, arching upward to drive me farther up the hill sexually. He was a grand good guy…and a hell of lover…but beyond that we had nothing in common. I sat on my bed tormenting. My heart was filled as well as my body. He was going to be so confused. He knew where he had taken me. I honestly could not trust my dad right now. He had heard my rampage on other men after he had me feeling like this.
