My relationship with Bobby had taken on new meaning. “My time is up.”
He offered. I had just finished my musing when another black lover knocked quietly on the jamb and slowly came through the open door. Several times I thought I would have to stop and vomit. Once satisfied that everyone knew about my returning. I looked downward over my pregnant tummy,
“Yes, Travis. I was completely nude, covered with a blanket, lying beside Bobby in his large four poster canopy bed. As the limo moved along I became more and more lucid and with that more and more curious about what had been done on my lower body. Things went quickly. I gazed down over my nude body…my tattoo…my obvious tummy. Well now their cow was knocked up with big utters and they had kicked her out of the barn into the cold.
