PANIC

At two forty five in the middle of the night my Mustang quietly drifted backward out of the private road into the dark. I had somehow changed into shorts and a jumper. I was physically nauseous as I drove. Several times I thought I would have to stop and disgorgement. The streets were void. Traffic light source were mostly blinking yellow. My head spun so badly I feared going off onto the pavement several times.

Finally, I manage to get down to the hood. Here everything was wide awake. Bobby's street was active. There were several disgraceful guy rope sitting on his porch. I could get word music playing from somewhere. The street was parked full, but his drive was empty as usual.

There was a whirl as I pulled back along the house. A very big black guy opened my door and led me up the book binding steps. Bobby came out to the back porch rubbing sleepy eyes. I remember crying when I saw him. He said zero, just gave me a strong embrace, a deep dessert buss, and led me up to his elbow room on the instant trading floor. Everything he did was filled with kindness.

His way was big and fancy. His bed was enormous. I was an excited shipwreck.

I remember him taking off my clothing. He gave me what he called a sleeping pill. I remember the warmth of his body. I remember his lips. I remember the blackest night with trench sound quietus.

I awoke some long time later. It was daylight. I was completely nude statue, covered with a blanket, lying beside Bobby in his large four poster canopy bed. I was resting on his right arm as he lay propped up on several big pillows, looking down at me, smiling, wide awake. I will always call up the feeling that came over me ... I was a little girl again. I was safe. There was no one here that would squall at me, condemn me, or jest at me or worse.

"Wow girl, you damn near slept the clock around. It's the middle of the good afternoon. Bet your feeling a lot better now."

I moved up a picayune on his arm to await toward the window.

"How long have you been awake ?"

I asked quietly.

"I've been here for 60 minutes, holding you and letting you catch up on that rest."

He smiled down,

"You really needed some special aid when you got here net night, lover. You were at the end of your straw."

"I wondered what the underworld had happened to you until I put my questions out to the hood and started to get back the answers. They tell me that altogether white world shit on you big clip. You had every reason to me a mess. Guys in building care at the hospital put out that a bitch in reception did you in, big time. She set the whole world on you.

You came to the rightfield place. I'm glad you got here without getting hurt. Bobby will always sustain your rachis. I put things together for you right after you got here. I had my guy put your car in the garage so it wouldn't be found and I put the countersign out in the hood that we want you to have good protection here. You're safe. Not even the fuzz will mess with you here. I got it all under control."

I turned on my slope to face up him and hugged him so tightly my breasts started to respond.

"Bobby you can not guess the repulsion I went through and they only know a small part of the tarradiddle. I have never seen people so angry. Thank you for taking me in. I'm so glad to be with you, to be safety from that nightmare if only for a few minutes."

He looked at me with a mock disgust.

"What do you mean ... a few minutes, girl ? Get that instant stuff out of your brain. A few minutes don't solve it for you. You came here out of a humanity of diddlyshit and ill-usage that ain't going away. It will only get bad, far worse, if you go back and they beat the whole level out of you. They don't give a damn about you and you know it. There is nothing but hurt for you there, and you don't need any part of their crap ; realize ?"

He hugged me to him,

"On the other position there is zip but happiness for you here with me."

He hesitated looking down at me. I could finger loving consignment in every move he made. He was so concerned about me.

He put everything right on the table for me,

"If you think you want More of that shit back home, Caroline, you substantially go back right now, before all my benignity gets under your skin. Don't halt and get caught up in all the love that I have for you or you will never go back. Get up, right now, and head home. I'll have your car backed out and ready by the time you get dressed and down there. Just say the word."

He hesitated again. Looking at me with the most possessive case tone I have ever seen,

"If you stay here now, you are here with me from now on ; understood ?"

The horrible fit in the kitchen last evening came flooding back. My dad's raging face ; I had never seen anyone so angry ; my mother crying uncontrollable with disappointment and sorrow.

I lay there cradled in Bobby's loving arm, warm, safe, well-situated.

Slowly, radical thinking started to come over me. I lay on his arm in comfort and security measures, but I knew his last Christian Bible were not an idle scourge."If you stay you are here from now on."With that foremost in my mind, I thought through to the most pregnant ratiocination of my animation. There was a bad affair about my home life that I had never allowed myself to consider until now. It all became all the way as I thought about last night.

My parent's anger explained so much. I could not get the intensity of my parent's anger out of my judgment. Their anger had been unbelievable. I had never seen masses so overwrought. Why, oh why, would they be so angry knowing only what they knew ? So I was fraught. They thought it was by a feller classmate, Kyle. If that were true as they believed, that would not be the end of the humans. It happens. It might have called for some disappointment on their part, but zero like the ampul, hateful, discussion I got from them.

It had to be something much more ... something that went far beyond the obvious ... and as I lay there it started to turn clear.

There was one and only one explanation for the frightening anger. Think about it. In all that had been screamed at me ... in all that had been threatened ... there had been one thing clearly missing. I was a scared fraught girl, but I was still their only if girl, and they had not offered even one expression of concern or love. They had offered nothing supportive. No compassion what so ever.

There was a cause ... a very big reason ... and here was that reason. The entire diatribe had been about them. It was all about the disappointment they were going to see ... the embarrassment at the club ... the embarrassment in the neighborhood ... the terrible impression this would produce with relation and their friend.

As I lay there, cradled in Bobby's loving arms, my thinking continued to blow up. All these years, I had been zip but a show piece for my parents. As long as I was the cute, well dressed, a good scholar that showed well, everything was magisterial ; but one amiss footstep ( admittedly a very big step ) and I was persona non grata. The solid thing was about what a nightmare this was going to be for them, what a humiliation for them.

Through the years I did everything just as they wanted, so I showed well. To them I was just like a prize cow at the county fair. I had to show well.

Well now their cow was knocked up with big utters and they had kicked her out of the b into the cold. She had embarrassed them. They did not hate me ... they didn't even know me. I was only a show piece and now I was ruined.

I sobbed. Bobby hugged me gently and slowly all the smutty stuff was pushed from my idea by the warmth and promise of his soundbox adjacent to me in this bed. My last regarding my parents was absolutely mightily ... I had the settling feeling that comes with a final exam revelation. To my parents I was naught but a trophy, but to man beside me I was important in my own right. His concern was all about me. His interest was helping me do those matter that were best for me.

I hugged Bobby tightly and moved upward to his backtalk. He pulled me over on top of him, I spread so naturally and he entered me smoothly. My arms went around his head and my brass went down past his properly ear as I murmured with joy. For the succeeding twenty minute I clearly demonstrated not only that I was staying with him, but I was most thankful to be able-bodied to do so.

We finished absolutely together and he kept me on top of him as he hugged me repeatedly.

"girlfriend, what a way to recount me you have made your decision. That other worldly concern will never give another probability to dump on you. Right here with Bobby is where you want to be."

I nodded and tightened my arm around his neck.

"wellspring, we have lashings of good things we need to get done, Caroline."

He looked up at me, moved upward into my body and I climaxed again in his arms. My peg straddled him firmly.

He murmured lovingly,

"You sure are on plug-in in more fashion than one, lover."

I nodded and hugged him one Sir Thomas More fourth dimension and he responded, arching upward to drive me further up the hill sexually.

Bobby had just climaxed a thirdly time deep within me when we were interrupted by a cushy roast at the doorway. I rose up and he looked at me warmly,

"That is one of my guys. I asked him to wreak a car around front and take you over to trio Gallery."

I hugged him.

"I have asked Trey to tattoo a minuscule committedness symbol on your cute tummy ... just a sweet little souvenir of this little contract bridge between us."

It was tender and safe beside him here in bed, but I understood his dark side as well. He was a loving man with a very kinky inclination. I worked to control my anxiety and the erotic desires welling up within me. He wanted to induce me tattooed with some symbolisation that linked us together. Tattoos finally a animation fourth dimension. A shiver passed though me. I was filled with questions.

I hugged him and kissed his lips.

"Bobby ; how big ? Where ? I ..."

"No inquiry girl ... you have made your decision and I have made mine. I know you trust me completely or you would be headed rest home right now, right ?"

I hugged him again.

"I need to see your words, lady friend. Is there contend trust. The strong trust that you need to be here with me."He responded.

The erotic drive within me overwhelmed any concerns or head ; hands down.

"Yes, I trust you. I trust you completely.

You can do what you want with me. I am yours"

I shook all over as I considered the stage of committal I had just given this very kinky ignominious man.

things went quickly. As I got up he handed me a blue angel velvet robe from his walk-in closet, nothing more. At the bedroom door a marvelous melanise guy took my hand and led me straight down the steps, out the front door and into a waiting limo. I sat alone in the spine. There was a beverage waiting in the cup holder. The device driver's only words were,

"Bobby wants that little drinking glass empty when we get to Treys. Ok ?"

I nodded, he shut the threshold. I drank everything in one large gulp as the car started down the street. I wanted no opportunity for second thought. My parents had dumped me and this man loved me so. I fully trusted him. He had proven he was completely on my side in this.

Trey's was a decent looking ecesis in a strip shopping center sort of on the edge of the strong-armer. I felt a bit embarrassed dressed only in the blue devil robe, but the driver circled to the backbone of the building and I slid out of the limo and into the back door. I felt happy and woozy already. The drink had, had its effect.

Just inside the back door, I was met by a short heavy black guy with a wide and ready smile.

He supported me as we moved back through the edifice. With each stone's throw I felt more featherbrained. Somehow I expected to. That is why I just gulped the drink in the car.

We ended in a minuscule room at the back of the hall, where he half lifted me onto a table. I was on my rachis. I remember my gown falling open completely exposing me ; at least I think it did. The world went dim. The last affair I remember at all was a buzzing sound as the unretentive blackamoor guy bent-grass over me and worked on my lower tummy. So this"symbolization"was going to be on my lower tummy. My globe went sort of black and embrown and my thoughts became happy little bright colored snippets.

It seemed like only moments later when the curt cute guy came around the table to prove a panoptic gold isthmus that had been placed snuggly around my neck. In my haze I can only remember him turning it slowly and complimenting his confederate on a good job.

The whole matter didn't seem to take in long at all. Within minutes I was in the limousine headed back to Bobby's ; although I can not commend walking out to the car. I do call up that once I was seated, the driver placed a hot cup of java in the cup holder for my restitution trip. It tasted honest. As the limo moved along I became more and more lucid and with that Sir Thomas More and more odd about what had been done on my crushed consistency. Slowly, I opened the figurehead of the robe and looked down.

"Holy Shit"

Bobby had said he wanted a minuscule symbolisation. Well he sure had one. It was his signature tattooed in dark fatal cursive ;"BOBBY ”, about half an inch high, decoratively outlined in red. The writing was centered just above my blond pubic fuzz. The entire tattoo was over an edge high and five inches long. It was like a large crown completely across the top of my pubic region.

An erotic panic brought me to full reality. It was gravid enough and bright enough that one could clearly read it from across the room. It was there for ever more, for the rest of my life.

For a consequence veneration and a rising tide of possible bad result flooded my thinker, but I quickly covered up with the folds of my gown and all the bad thoughts were gone, only erotic mentation prevail. I belonged to the kinkiest, perverted, pimp and I had willingly agreed to his placing this very possessive symbol on me permanently. This was so Weird, so erotic and so dangerous, but it was a small matter compared to the shit I left behind in the white world.

Another emotional cerebration crossed my mind. This tattoo stand for I had resigned myself to Bobby and with that I knew I had resigned this gestation to his indirect request as well. I knew what Bobby wanted, and what Bobby wanted Bobby got. He had been perfectly unmortgaged from the offset. He wanted me to have this baby. It was all over for me. My engagement at the woman's clinic had passed while I was still in bed with Bobby this morning. I had missed it without cancelling. No need to think about seeing a MD again about it. They clearly told me it was my last sound window to have an abortion even with the special exception. My option were gone.

In some agency I felt relieved. I was now going to do one very right affair among all the wrong things. I looked down at my obvious tummy. It was evident even with the robe. It was ahead of time October. I would be having a black sister in about five calendar month.

Jamal was going to be a father. We needed to spill very soon. He was going to wonder what happened to me. He was going to be so obscure. My relationship with him going forward was a big unknown, but my past"relationship"with him was clearly evident and growing inside me every day.

The limo moved deeper into the hood somehow symbolizing for me that the road ahead was uncertain, but my body was now committed. I just had to trust that Bobby would get me through all this.

I was almost back to Bobby's when I realized I was also wearing a extensive Au band around my neck. I swung a mirror from the side of the limo to examine it. It was a self-coloured band about an inch blanket with a gold hoop in the presence. It was snug on my neck. I rotated it slowly but could see no way to remove it. There was no clasp, no bed. That 2nd guy had somehow installed it while I was out on the table being tattooed.

It was mid good afternoon by the fourth dimension I arrived back in the hood. I was completely broad awake and back to my normal ego. The limousine device driver stopped right in forepart of the house and opened the door as Bobby came down the steps.

Bobby had the most genitive smiling on his face. He reached for my manus to help me out of the car and lead me up the steps to the porch. Just before opening the front door to the theatre he reached into his pocket and produced a short amber chain which he promptly snapped onto my neck opening dance orchestra. His smile was the most possessive verbal expression I had ever seen.

Right there on the porch he released the tie to my gown and opened it. He moved behind me and slowly sensually he turned me around toward the street. He hesitated with my organic structure and the tattoo fully on exhibit and I watched the reaction of the black guys loitering nearby on the sidewalk, in the skittle alley, and across the street. How possessive case can a man be ?

Once satisfied that everyone knew about my returning. He turned me and led me into the front elbow room by the short amber mountain range. I looked around to see no less than twenty dollar bill Joseph Black men lounging around the living room. It was solve they knew I was coming back. I was immediately the center of attention. A clearly distinct murmur grew among them and then quieted as Bobby led me to the middle of the way.

The grouping of blacks all stood as one and closed around us as Bobby opened the front of my gown and turned me slowly to show the new tattoo signature to everyone. It was greeted with murmurs, and quiet positive scuttlebutt. I glanced downward. The contrast of my blond pubic fuzz with the bright black and red of the tattoo were so apparent.

Travis, the castrate, came over, looked down at me, and smiled widely.

"Bobby, my man, this is one beautiful piece of art. You done laid a final claim on this pregnant bitch."

He looked at me directly,

"wealthy person you looked at your new nontextual matter, Caroline ?"

I could just sense what Bobby would need me to say. I looked downward over my pregnant tummy,

"Yes, Travis. Bobby got me good, didn't he ? It drives me wild."

I answered quietly. An uncontrolled earth tremor passed through my physical structure. Bobby's smile was something to remember.

He began to slowly plough me again. I could feel dampness. One more ho-hum turn with my nightgown held back such that I was on full display and he took me through the group and up the step. We arrived at a room I knew quite well.

BOBBY'S INIATION

We walked over together to sit on the edge of the bed. He turned toward me and carefully snapped the free end of the gold chain up to my neck dance band. He then let the range of mountains fall down in a loop-the-loop between my bosom like a piece of jewellery. It really was beautiful ; a unique, very genitive, necklace.

He smelled so good. He looked so sinister so vibrant. Suddenly a new logic invaded my distracted judgement. All this body process with Bobby—all his commitment—it was exactly what I needed to get rid of all the anger and worry from the"other"humankind. That white world was all about my parents ; their admirer, and their programme that I had to fight to conform to. This world was all about me, right now, right here. My conformity was complete.

The mankind of hatred at home was far behind me, now. I was a new individual. My decision about this pregnancy had been made for me, and I was tattooed with a commitment to this new world.

Bobby always seemed to be capable to read my mind. He looked at me with the most loving expression,

"well, Caroline you are fully committed now. All that insane shit in your former world is behind you. stand up up princess and let me see my lovely tattoo again."

I stood, turned toward him, opened my gown like a theater curtain, and held it overt. I knew what was coming. My significant tummy could not be cuter. I watched as his lips found his signature. He kissed each letter of the alphabet time after clip, with his implements of war wrapped around beneath my nightie holding me closing. Then his tongue began to slowly fall through my reduce pubic hair to find my most raw spot. For the next twenty mo he devoured me. I was bound tightly in his strong black arms as he drove me out of my scull. I moaned freely, time after time until I began climaxing wildly and encircled his black kinky foreland to line him inward even more tightly.

We remained bound together with his entire face buried in my sex as I trembled and escape from all over. Finally he released me and allowed me to plow and crock up beside him on the edge of the bed. He reached over to assume clench of my enlarged decent breast and bend me to him. I could feel dampness everywhere.

He kissed me sweetly,

"Hey lover, I am going down to attend to some business organization. We want to enjoy your new position.

I will be sending up some company to clear you happy. empathize ?"

I looked at him with my most incredulous look. He knew where he had taken me. He had done this to me many times before. He had heard my rampage on former men after he turned me loose on them after he did this to me. He had account from these men after I was finished on them.

He knew he had me out of my judgement with lust. He just wanted confirmation ... amusement ? He loved to hear me confess how much he owned me.

"Bobby, you own me and you know it. You've driven me wild like this many sentence before. I am so cook to do whatever with whomever you want."

He looked at me with that erotic smile and slowly reached down to fondle my ripe white meat. It immediately responded into his hand. He licked his ribbon and returned it to my boob,

"I have several guys down there that want to come up here very badly. Do you want to take care of their penury for me ?"

I smiled and nodded,

"You know I will sir. Just smell at me. I will do anything you want and enjoy every minute."

That was it. He was absolutely right. He knew exactly what type little girl I was. I knew exactly what I was as well. We both knew exactly what would happen next.

He got up and looked down at me. It was the most possessive expression I had ever seen. I shuddered with anticipation. It was clear he loved his employment. He knew exactly where he had taken me. He knew exactly what to do next for me. He knew what I would do with whomever he sent to me.

"Good girl."

I lay nude statue except for the robe, driven with desire, as he turned and left the elbow room leaving the door open.

Immediately a very young, very improbable, very slight, very Negroid young guy with a panicked look on his facial expression came in. His eyes were filled with such lustfulness.

I quickly sat up and turned to sit on the side of the bed. I removed the robe. I was completely nude. My implements of war went out automatically to greet him. He walked toward me while removing his shirt. He was rippled, so gymnastic looking. My hands found his swath warp, then his boxers, then an enormous prepare erecting.

I went backward onto the bed pulling him with me. We move upward toward the pillows together. He came over me. I spread to the demarcation under him.

His weight was very Christ Within compared to others I had taken, but he was extremely athletic.

I was so ready ; so moist. He entered smoothly and my vagina consumed his wide-cut distance in one warm satisfying move. Our eubstance came together tightly and his chance event began firmly right away. Twenty proceedings later, with his building block buried to the demarcation in my body and his tongue buried to the limitation in my pharynx, he came violently.

Once again Caroline broke the convention for a whore. She climaxed with her fan. She had fallen in dearest.

Dear proofreader, not a countersign had been spoken between us, but an aroused attachment had developed so quickly. It was another marvellous unique loving.

After a footling rest we continued. We finished wildly together several More times and then he remained on top of me deeply embedded in my body as neither of us wanted this to end.

I felt safe, happy, and complete as a woman. There was no way the pain of the white cosmos could find me beneath this marvellous creature.

It felt so natural to deliver him resting between my legs. fourth dimension and again he would shudder, drainage, and then together we would tremble uncontrollably. Warm, loving belief flowed between us. It was like we had known one another for years, but still not a word had been spoken.

Sometime later, he kissed me soundly, again and again, and then slowly lifted from my wet body. He arose from the bed and dressed while constantly looking down at me with the most committed manifestation.

In the semi-darkness our eyes locked on one another. His verbal expression slowly changed into a kaleidoscope of satisfaction and self-command. My heart was filled as well as my body.

A compulsion came over me. For some illogical understanding I had to look down to see if BOBBY'S could own been erased by all the moisture and the loving move. Can you believe I was relieved to see it had not ? The tattoo stood out brightly in the semidarkness. I was a most possessed untried cleaning woman -- possessed on all levels.

He had noticed my glance downward to the tattoo and spoke for the first clock time,

"No question about where you belong, is there ?"

He asked gently touching the tattoo,

I looked up right into his middle, spread my peg every-so-slightly, and answered with a smile,

"There's no question about where you belong either, is there my buff !"

He smiled broadly and turn down to kiss me.

"You're certainly right. I belong right there."

I rose up on my knees in the bed and encircled his neck as I kissed him. He deserved some additional affection and Caroline deserved it as well.

He looked up at me,

"You are very special, girl. You are everything crony could dream for."

He very reluctantly turned away, looking down at me all the time.

"My time is up."

He offered.

His look said everything ; he had come to me with luxuria ... it was now love ... true love.

He went out the door and I fell back onto the pick pillows reflecting. My bed seemed so empty, my mind needed to be active redress away to void feeling lonely.

numbers always work their way into my thoughts. At least xl black guys had sexed me during the platform I had been on with the"doctor"... maybe many to a greater extent.

One by one I tried to recall them. As I did, I had to admit I had such strong warmness for each of them. Although they might have viewed me as a bawd, there had not been one unkind bit. They were fan and each of them had come to me with a indigence and left in love.

Then the cerebration crossed my nous ... I was certain all of them knew the program was a sham ? It was easy to convince myself that they did.

It is all so complicated. Bobby is really such a good kind guy. He treats me like a princess. Why in the world would he do what he did to put together the computer programme of deceit, why would Bobby go to all that trouble ? Was it just the money ? Surely, with all he had going on, he did not need to do that just for money. Was it just some wild altruistic game for him ?

As I lay there thinking, a luminousness lightbulb came on in my head ; there was only one answer. Right from the beginning, in his own way, Bobby had been the sound, sort, guy that I now knew and trusted. From the very beginning, Bobby only wanted me to do the right thing.

When his unhinged syllabus was finally revealed I initially thought he was a ugly self centered pimp. But, that was not the case. He really had my skillful interest and the in force interest of this child at middle right field from the source. He put me through the whole thing because he wanted me to step down seeking dangerous option and continue pregnant.

I relaxed in the bed with a completely new understanding that, for the first time, aligned everything. I gazed down over my nude body ... my tattoo ... my obvious tummy. Bobby was a near guy from the beginning. I was the one who had done unseasonable. I was pregnant when he met me. He had to play the hand he was dealt. He only wanted what was right.

Was that all there was to it, or was it a lucid extension of the disgraceful man's verboten desires for a White woman ? There was no question he found such ego worth handling my"office ”. I thought about all the black men who had sexed me. They all found such a possessive ego boost as they possessed my body.

As usual my creative thinker moved back to numbers pool. It was like counting sheep. In addition to all those Negroid bozo that had sexed me during the plan, hold out night alone I had taken at least ten more lovers ... so I was going to count this pin-up athletic guy as telephone number fifty five. That was a good turn for him. What a dainty young guy. My, he was big, long and strong.

I had just finished my musing when another black lover knocked quietly on the jamb and slowly came through the open door.

He had removed everything in the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall except his boxer boxers. He made his way directly to the bed and into my waiting arms. He was fix, so very prepare. I had learned to let my lovers have some freedom as to what they did with me, and much to my surprise he wanted me on top of him. What a good idea. I loved to be on top. I had learned that good afternoon conclusion summer with Bobby, when I am on top I can place things right where I want them to be. I reached down between us and guided a very fatheaded, very hard, black Male whole directly to the maculation deep within my vagina that drove me crazy. I then slid down along him further until I had him pressing firmly against the two erotic spotlight at the top of my vulva. He had me ... or I had him ... all three of the wild spots deep in my body were engaged.

When I was finally in this hone position, my boastfully breasts were also suspended just above his human face. They were filled and a bit of a bother. I leaned down close to his ear

"My breasts really need attention."

That was all I got to say for the future hr. He went to work as requested. It felt so good. He consumed from one and then the other, all the sentence gently supporting and massaging with both hands. My reaction was immediate but there was still no way he knew how appreciative I was.

I moaned and began a dense grinding circular on his torso. Together we found a wonderful relationship. For the next 60 minutes we dedicated ourselves to taking as much as we gave. He took my lactation and delivered his sperm into my vagina.

Bobby finally came to my room around eleven in the evening. The door was standing heart-to-heart ; it had been heart-to-heart all along. He quietly knocked on the threshold jam and then turned to go back down the steps. At some point my black lover had turned me over and moved on top to relax. The rap was his signal that time was up. Without the bash we would have been right here for the remainder of the night. We embraced. He came down near my right ear kissed me and whispered,

"Wow womanhood, what a fan you are. I have to tell you though, I am not surprised. I knew you would be from that offset day I followed you when you shoplifted at Mallmart."

My affection jumped. He was one of the safety device that originally caught me. I released my arm from around him and tried to look into his face. He lifted and looked down with a smile.

"Did you remember me ?"

I brought him back down against me,

"I would much rather remember this."

I commented.

He looked down at me with such a do it expression,

"I am so gladiola Jamal didn't arrest you that day. What a waste that would take in been."

He hugged me. We kissed again. He slid out of the bed and into his boxers and was gone.

I lay very still, nude, flat on my back looking downward in the semidarkness. My tummy was very distinct and cute, my tattoo was very obvious. I smelled very good, and much loved. My opprobrious lover count was up one more.

WORKING WOMAN

I was just dozing off when Bobby returned. My door was standing open. He walked in, smiled down at me in the bed, and then reached down to snap his gold chain onto my neck striation. An unmitigated sensual thrill passed through me from promontory to groundwork as he tugged gently on the chain as a signal to get up and observe him.

I stood up and he led me out and down the hall completely nude. The residence was dark, but I could see shapes of others moving down at the far end.

Once in his way Bobby took me directly to his bed. He stood for a moment taking off his African caftan looking down Barbara Ward at me all the clip. I purposely make sure my eyes stayed locked on his as he moved about and came onto the bed and slither very close to my flop slope. His arm went under my neck and we rolled to face one another in a firm embrace.

Finally, he said something,

"Princess, you are something very special. I knew it from the showtime. As pock as you were that day I met you, you needed sexual attentions so badly and you took me so willingly. That alone told me so much."

He smiled at me,

"All these guys love you. I get the best news report. Bobby has a fine new white daughter. Couple of those guys that were here tonight knew you from before. The countersign is out. All over the hood there is powerful prospect. You're getting mess of attention as a loving lady. Are you glad with all that ?"

I hugged him.

"Yes sir. If it is what you want for me."

It felt so in effect to be close to him ; to be rubber in his house and in his kingdom, and in his region. All the hate and shriek was far behind me. Every black guy he had introduced me too had been so loving—so caring and so real. I was no longer just a cute show man to be put on display at the country club in a new bound dress. I was somebody for the first clock time in my life. I was truly the plaza of attention.

Bobby reached to his bed side stand and brought over a small tube of consistency cream. He started with my foot and proceeded to rub down and put moisturizer on every column inch of me as he continued softly talking.

It was quite late, or maybe quite early when he wrapped me in his arms and I heard his breathing twist heavy.

I awoke recently morning to the smell of good coffee and bacon. I was alone in Bobby's big bed, absolutely nude statue.

Bobby had just come in the door followed by another black guy with a tumid tray. Breakfast in bed, what a treat !

Quickly I checked and was pleased to learn, Caroline had retained everything that had been delivered into her soundbox last eve. There were no embarrassments in Bobby's beautiful bed. thank goodness because, Bobbie came into the bed and we propped up on big pillows close together to enjoy breakfast.

Halfway through the meal he pointed across to a garment on his rattan dressing table.

"I had that outfit over there brought up for you to put on today. I think you are going to look like a million buck in it."

I looked at him and smiled. His face had the splendor of hold in passion I expected, but in addition he looked strangely trouble oneself. He took a sip of coffee berry and then continued,

"There are two uncomfortable things we need to get behind us as soon as we can.

The first is to have a get together with that big stud Jamal. I want him to make out the set up at the hospital blew up in your face and he is going to be a daddy. I also want him to sleep with that you are safe here with me. We want to try how much he really wants to be involved. Not that it matters too much. Bobby has everything under control no affair what Jamal wants. It's just we want him happy. We don't want any surprisal."

I looked at Bobby and said goose egg. I knew this was portion of the altogether equating that needed an answer at some point, but it was all so scary. I had no mind how Jamal would react or what would pass off, but Bobby was right—it was unspoilt to do it quickly.

He sat in silence a moment,

"The other affair is how to let your parents know you are ok without creating a war. Right away this morning I want my striking to notice out is if anyone has filed a missing mortal report on you. That could be a thorny egress. We sure do not need anyone snooping around down here looking for you. Maybe what is needed right now would be an untraceable phone call from you ; maybe to you sire"

He went silent pondering.

When the meal was finished, he set the tray outside the door and went into the master bathing tub together. His all glass shower bath was wonderful. There was no way a man could have been more thoughtful to his lady.

A wide thirty minutes later we returned to the sleeping accommodation wrapped in towels. Bobby asked me to support by the bed for a moment while he went over to the Calamus rotang dresser and returned with a tribal sarong over his arm. It was beautiful in opposing people of color to what he was wearing. He took my towel and helped me into it. It had a beautiful fragrance and fit me perfectly. It was a melt off luxurious velvet material held in placed by a colorful matching belt around my waist.

A glimpse in his full length mirror told me I was gorgeous, but it concealed very little. My sluttish blond pubic haircloth was not discernible, but the tattoo right above could be read through the garment if mortal really looked.

I slipped my feet into leather sandals Bobby had brought from the closet. He went down on one knee in forepart of me to wrap the leather draw of my sandals up around my lower ramification. Strange erotic emotions overtook me as I looked down on his pitch blackness. He worked at my ramification slowly while often glancing over at our prototype in the mirror. He could easily be a royal male monarch from some alien African land with his Andrew D. White, blond, blue eyed slave girl. A thrill passed up through me starting deep in my body. This man owned me.

This all was so foreign. I was desperate when I arrived here in the middle of the dark. My world at home had completely collapsed into terror. I have never known anyone to be as angry as my kinsfolk that evening. I arrived here just looking for any embrasure in a storm. I thought Bobby would cater me some security, but it would be poor condition and at a price.

Little did I bang how far he would adopt all this. In his unusual kinky way this man loved me like no one ever had. Once I understood his motif regarding this gestation everything fell into blank space. I was in a safe loving seat. This wonderful treatment was such an index number of who he really was. All these early confusion in my aliveness could be worked out as long as this man was on my side.

I reached down and gently rubbed his shoulder as he worked with the affiliation on my lower legs.

As I did, I became aware that my respiration had turned to panting. Just this one act of sensual loving benignity on his part was all it took to have me so turned on again. There was no way to obliterate how I felt about him.

When Bobby finished with the sandals, he stood up, took my amber Sir Ernst Boris Chain and led me over to his full-of-the-moon distance amber framed mirror. I stood looking at my image as he came around behind me still holding the concatenation.

For the following various minutes we stood looking in the mirror. clip after meter he hugged me and enthralled me with platitudes. Each loving gossip he made took me higher. Bobby knew exactly what to say. He knew exactly what my ego needed to find out. Finally, he turned me toward him, adjusted the top of my outfit unnecessarily, and kissed me.

He smiled,

"Wow, I sure like this outfit. You look great in it. This is one of a several affair I had sent over here for you to wear. My, you confirm I have good discernment. I know they will all as attractive on you."

He smiled warmly. Looked at me approvingly and together we walked out of the way and down the residence toward the stairwell.

I felt such empowerment as we left the room. Not a word had been said, but I knew I was number one in his heart. My relationship with Bobby had taken on new meaning. I had won him over completely. He loved me and I would do anything he wanted me to do. I now realized just how far he would go for me. He willingly took bursting charge of everything, even the uncomfortable item ... the margin call to Jamal ... the striking with my parents.

As I stood there in his embrace, interesting thoughts occurred. Love and true affection are powerful putz. Prior to me, Bobby probably thought he had everything, but when I came into his animation he realized there was so much more. He scammed me not to hurt me, but to protect this baby. It had to hurt him terribly when I learned about what he was doing, reacted, and returned to the white world in anger. He undoubtedly thought I was gone.

There was so much more neither of us understood until I returned. Once I returned, I realized all he wanted to do, right from the moment he met me, was the the right way thing for me and this sister. Something I would never have done if left to my own devices. He brought me into his life to handle thing the way he wanted and protect this baby.

When I came back, I brought with me something he had never had before ... on-key tenderness and commitment ... and it was obvious he now realized how much that added to his life.

There was such a bond between us, such a mutual need for one another. I followed him out the door and toward the stairwell. I felt beautiful.

WORKING OUT DETAILS

With Bobby it was never going to be routine or boring. Once down the steps Bobby led me to the large front way. It was already early afternoon and three pitch-black guy wire were lounging on pillows over in the corner smoking from a minor bong. The room was drab as usual and the formula Lou Rawls music could be heard in the background. Bobby stopped just inside the doorway,

"Lover, I want to run back up to my office and ca-ca a couple calls. I want to get delay of Jamal right away if can. It won't make it better to hold off yearner. I have no estimation how he'll react when he learns you are here with me and still knocked up. That upright son-of-a-bitch may let a brick, but I want to care it right away. I don't want him learning you're here from somebody else and coming down in the middle of the night."

We sat down together on a passion seat just inside the door.

"I want everything right with that big guy. One thing we got going for us is his pride. I have never talked with a prouder nigger than when he called me from Mallmart that day and ask me to get involved. You probably didn't notice, but he was glowing with pride when he introduced us. I sure can't inculpation him. He had the most beautiful young Elwyn Brooks White girl carrying his baby. What he had done to you was making him the Hero of Alexandria of Mallmart and the hood, but he was scared. He was scared, very scared and his fearfulness had overcome his pride for a while. Right then he wanted out of the whole affair. He thought I would give the leak doorway for him.

Now the question is how gallant will he be when he learns affair have moved along and you are going to score him a daddy ?"

He grinned widely. I could sense his excitement. Bobby loved a good game.

"right hand now I want you to go over there and spend some meter with those guy cable while I call your big grim breeder. sympathise what I want you to do in there, Caroline. Just light their ardor, nothing more. Bobby wants you off bound right now. Understand ?"

I hugged him closely, and kissed the side of meat of his neck opening,

"I think I know what you want me to do. give thanks you for calling Jamal. I hope things go good. I love you."

He kissed me and departed back up the hallway as I walked across the darkened living room toward the men.

I was overtaken with shyness right away. The short gown Bobby had me wearing became shortsighted and often thinner with each step across the room. My significant bay window and large breasts seemed to be way, out on display. I had a fade thought to go straight out to the porch couch and wait until Bobby finished, but I knew what Bobbie wanted.

I had little time to consider alternatives anyhow, as a very dark, Black guy had gotten up while I was hesitating and was already reaching for my hand. He pulled me to him and my dead body responded immediately. All shyness was forgotten.

He smelled effective. He felt good.

He held me tightly, kissed me gently, and started to slowly move to the flabby slow music. I could feel a very large, very firm hard-on against my tummy. I let my hand slip down between us and found that he had released this monster as I came across the way. It was right there and it was magnificent. He held me closely as my handwriting enclosed his appendage. He moaned and an undeniable moan responded from my lips as well.

We danced for just a few minute then he slowed and looked down,

"My, you are one fine young gentlewoman. I've wanted to get to know you. Bobby said if I came over this morning you would be here. I am the one that got this all started. My name is Dickson. I work in stock at the Mallmart. That day Jamal called back and told us he had a white little girl with a problem. I was the one that put him in touching with Bobby.

I would never take in guessed Jamal was the one who got to you. That fucker is so straight laced."

He continued to trip the light fantastic toe and speak quietly,

"But, now I understand a lot Thomas More. You are one beautiful lady friend, for sure as shooting and that Jamal is one intense Mandingo. You created a real hole when you stole that shit. Now I understand how that self righteous bastard went out of controller when he had to interrogate you. There is no way a Negroid man could make it up a Princess like you."

He moved back a bit and opened the nominal head of my robe further such that he had full access to my engorged breasts. His arms got substantial and stronger around me. I knew my lactation was dampening his shirt.

He kept sensually turning us in the darkened elbow room and with each turn I was falling more in love, big sentence. I was climbing"that mountain"every bit as fast as he was. I went up on my tiptoes to kiss him. His backtalk parted and I buried my natural language as deeply as I could. He murmured, I moaned. His hard-on found a home very high between my bare legs firmly against my sex. I was so out of command. My entire world, my every thought was now down there between us. I moved back just a bit searching for the end of it, searching for what my body needed so badly.

Just then I was brought back to reality as I heard Bobby returning behind me. I struggled to move away a bit from Dickson. The close thing I wanted was to create jealousy for Bobby. Much to my surprise, Bobby came up behind me and gently enclosed me in his arms actually moving me airless to Dickson. The very tip of his phallus entered me. The three of us turned in unison to the Lou Rawls music. I still held Dickson's member firmly between the very upper portions of my legs.

Bobbie stepped back and turned me away from Dickson and toward him. He led me away in the semidarkness to the couch. He was quietly talking to me as we sat down,

"I got Jamal first try on the sound. He had no melodic theme why I was calling and seemed busybodied, but when I told him I was calling about you he took over the conversation. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. He was sure curious about all that was going on with you. conclusion he knew he had set up the appointment for you at the hospital. He thought everything went as planned, your spirit was back to rule in the snowy world and you had forgotten all about him. He sort of swept you under the rug after that. The fact that I was still in touch with you really set him off.

I think that big buck is in honey with you girl. He really wants to see you.

He got quite stressed when he started to spill about how you two could get together. It seems he is leaving for National sentry go training down in Panama with his reserve unit. He wanted to be with you before he left, but I didn't commit ; too rushed. I just know he will need time to settle down once I get a opportunity to tell him about that cute breadbasket of yours carrying his offspring"

Bobby stopped to laugh softly and look at me with a sort of silly grin.

"He is one lucky Shirley Temple clotheshorse, but I never know how things like this will be taken. Anyhow, I did get to differentiate him a little bit ; enough to tie together why you are with me. I told him that affair hit the fan at home and you had come to me for security.

But I could get no further. As soon as I got into the things at home for you he got pissed about everything that happened with you with your parents, but it seemed like he didn't want to experience too many more than details.

It all ended a bit obscure. He ended the phone margin call abruptly telling me he was leaving for Panama very shortly and in use as hell. He may be going back on dynamic tariff. With all that, I never got the right moment to tell him he was going to be a daddy. I think he has concluded you went ahead with the hospital and your folks found out and threw you out after it was done.

Anyhow, don't you worry about matter ; he's going to be in another country. You don't need Jamal. You got it all right here.

Everything will descend into position. Right now you just go back to enjoying affair. I just wanted you to know I caught up with him ..."

With that Bobby turned to Dickson,

"Hey man, are you ready to come with me and babble about affair a bit ?"

Dickson nodded and the two of them turned and left the room leaving me standing in the middle of the floor with my thin out gown wide open.

That was enough to take my head back to the music and the men. I turned slowly toward the two remaining bozo only to find one was already crossing the way toward me. There was not even meter to close my gown.

We never missed a heartbeat of the music. His arms encircled me firmly under the surgical gown. My weapon went up around his neck, and I found his sizable lip parted ready to meet my kiss.

Within minutes I was out of my mind with desire for this guy. He was forgetful like Dickson. His erection pressed against me just below my protruding tummy. He moved back ... lifted me slightly and mounted me on it. In one smooth move it went into me as we moved to the medicine.

I knew this was wrong. Bobby had been very explicit, but his substantial weaponry held me tightly ... we turned twice ... and he exploded deep within me. I moaned, constricted around him so tightly he had to struggle to withdraw and return to dancing.

Once we were slowly moving in a circle again, he brought his rim close to my right on ear,

"Finally ; I just knew there was a way. I have had that tough on for over four months now, ever since I heard you in the office getting screwed by the big boss. It went out of control when you came back to Mallmart all knocked up and asked me where he was. I knew what was up.

living your mouth shut about what just happened, babe—Bobby would kill us both if he knew we did that."

He continued another few turns and then deposited me directly into the branch of the one-third guy, who I soon learned was another Mallmart employee. It was clear all three of them had been in the store when I was there both times. I could only presume they all knew the stallion level. He was all over me right away. He opened my gown widely, found my engorged breasts leaking down my front, and wanted to do something about them. In the semidarkness he went to his stifle in front of me and started to manipulate them with his hands and lips. Within bit he had them both flowing freely as he desired.

I was standing there shaking with titillating need, when my concentration was broken as Travis and two other very big sinister guy wire came in from the room access behind me and went directly across to the dude who had screwed me and was now out of it on the pillows. aught brings one back to realism quicker than watching the two of them roughly pin him to the floor while the Travis lifted his balls. It was amazing how quickly the knife snapped through the air. One guy slapped a towel over his crouch, another was stuffed one in him mouth, and his muffled groan faded away quickly as the two guys dragged him out the back door moaning, while the Travis followed with his large bollock in his hand.

He had paid a big price and was just now conscious enough to know how big. I heard a clunk and then all went muted outside the plump for door.

minute later, there was audio behind me and I turned to see Bobby coming back into the way with Dickson. Dickson moved to the pillows and the bong while Bobby came to separate me from my dance pardner. There was an existent Suckling phone as he released from my go forth breast as I was gently pulled back. Bobby reached over with a smiling and snapped the gold chain to my neck band. He held me there restrained by the collar as he turned to my unknown saltation partner,

"You go over there and enjoy that smoker for a while. You can continue this conversation with Caroline later, upstairs."

He then turned to me and with a gentle tug led me out of the way, down the hall and up the steps.

I noted it was already tardy afternoon when we walked into my room. He led me directly across and turned me to stand in front line of him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached up and opened my nightie as I stood in straw man of him. I thought I knew what was going to occur next, but I was wrong. His lips and spit did not go down to discover my most sensible area as was his custom ... instead his mighty helping hand came up between my legs and the side of his helping hand moved firmly against my vulva. Two swipes up and down and I bent over him with a spasm. He looked up at me with a big smile,

"Feels to me like that Trevor got way out of script down there when you were dancing ... right ?

I struggled to hold in myself,

"Yes Bobby, he went way too far while we were dancing, but it wasn't entirely his mistake. You know me too well to pick it all on him."

Bobby's aristocratic hand reexamined the expanse of interest. He of course knew everything before he touched me. Bobby had a one-sixth sense about my mankind that was shuddery. He gently rubbed up and down with a most reflective look on his facial expression. I could separate Trevor was in big trouble, but there would have been nothing gained, for Trevor or myself, by lying.

Bobby looked up at me very seriously as he continued to drive me wild with his"interrogatory ”,

"That's a badge of good work for you down here, but a real problem for him. He knew the drill. He knew he had to await until Bobby gave him the ok before he got close to my looker. All my guys know the routine. They do zippo without my permission.

Ok, I know in the past they have never come up against someone so cute that goes so wild ; but none-the-less they got to exercise restraint ... right ?'

He smiled,

"You are something very peculiar girl, but he should have backed away. We made him pay a big price and he is golden if I don't putting to death him."

I was torn up inside,

"Please Bobby don't hurt Trevor further. It was my geological fault. I knew what you wanted me to do and I lost it. I went barbaric. You know me, lover. Don't inculpation him ; don't hurt him more ... please."

He looked at me with a smile,

"Ok mantrap. I have got to learn how to handle this hale affair better. You are a very special untried lady, and you need special handling, for sure."

Anyhow, don't you worry about Trevor ; he is going to see all of you he wants and he will be ok for you now. He will be your personal eunuch.

right hand now, you go houseclean up a bit and get to the sleeping accommodation real quick. Dickson is coming up to be with you. You will like that."

"Yes Bobby, I'll be ready."

The conversation was over. I made a quick stumble to the bath to assure as much as potential of Trevor was washed away, but what he had done was all devote deep into my body and it was there to quell. I washed a bit and sparingly applied a adorable powder that smell so commodity.

When got to my bedroom, Bobby was gone but he had laid a new dark majestic gown on the bed. It was obvious it was for me. It was very attractive—short and quite from fitting. It was supposed to be held closed with a tie just under my breasts, but with my pregnancy it did not quite make it. When tied my cunning tummy and breasts still held it open slightly in straw man. A quick turn in front of my mirror confirmed I looked exactly as Bobby wanted. I tightened my trot tail more out of drug abuse than anything else, and I was ready.

I had just sat down on the sharpness of the bed when Dickson came through the open doorway absolutely nude person. My fondness jumped. He looked like an absolute adonis and he was as charged up as any man could be. His firmly on was massive ... long and very thick. He walked straight toward me proudly, with a shocking smile on his Joseph Black face. Being seated on the bed, my eyes were exactly at the level of his hardened, rippled abs. He was a study in male beauty, black, shiny and perfectly formed. I reached for his hired man to lend him to me, but he move my men directly to his gourmandize phallus and together we brought the tip to my mouth. My back talk parted and in by inch he gently began working inward as I continued to sit on the edge of the bed. His hands went behind my head—mine went around his firm keister.

I knew what this was going to be like. I had done this before, but only for a few minutes and never sitting on the edge of the bed. This time was to be so unlike ... together we quickly put him into my pharynx far beyond anything I knew a womanhood could do.

In short order Dickson taught me I had another unsung and therefore unused erotic spot. He knew just how far to go in my throat. He knew exactly what to do. Twenty six CVA along my tongue ... as my lip spread out freely to his sweetness ... as my lips worked him freely ... then my throat followed ... and then I had a climax to remember. I could experience and taste his ejaculate, but I was so lost in my orgasm that most went down my throat unnoticed.

Finished, I went over backward on to the bed and he followed. I was flat on my back with his body high on top of me and his warm member still throbbing deep in my throat.

We remained bound together in this fashion as his exercising weight came down onto me. I squirmed in rapture pinned in the very dark cosmos of his blackness. What an experience ... climax after culmination ... he came ; I came ; we came together. Somehow we ended up a full phase of the moon half hour later face by incline, still locked together with his head up on the pillows and my head still held tight to him down below.

Finally, he looked down,

"Woman you are something. I love what you do. I love you. Never, never ..."

His voice trailed off as I moaned and let my tongue study out along him until it found his testicles. Two insignificant moves of the tip of my natural language across his balls and he climaxed one final metre.

I turned slightly such that my impudence was deep in his warm, very kinky, pubic haircloth ... and we rested, too exhausted to remain. He felt so practiced, he tasted thoroughly, and he smelled so sweetness and well loved. We lay on our face ; my implements of war were still firmly around his fanny. I pulled him to me ; he gently hugged my neck and shoulders. In a minute of arc I became cognisant of his very backbreaking breathing—he was sleeping soundly. He was beautiful.

My erotic nervous impulse were so wonderfully sedated. Dickson had led me to a completely new world of sexual pleasure and satisfaction. His take down physical structure which moved slightly with each breath he took. His solid smuggled arms cradled me to him so very gently. This was such a loving submissive position. I was so wonderfully relaxed and about half asleep with his unit now a very big, soft, sweetness make-peace.

One by one, I started to muse on aspects of my lifespan as I lay there. It was a thought design filled with odd questions and contradictions about where I was, and how I got here.

I glance downward and actually gasped at the site of my exaggerated knocker and swollen tummy.

How in the world did a cute, popular, high schoolhouse girl ready to graduate and go to a adept private college end up in this situation ? I was in a bed, owned by a guy who was, without question, a black pimp and yet he could not be nicer to me. He was so genitive case. He actually tattooed his name on me. But, he treated me like a princess. He had made me the meat of a very quirky universe. Why was there so much attraction for me here ? There was no interrogation these black guys were paying very big to be with me ; so why did they pour out so much genuine love toward me ? Every one of them was such a gentleman, and such a tremendous lover.

On the other side, how could I respond with so much desire ? I thought I interpret passion ... I had always had strange sexual desires ; even as a picayune girl. Ok, this use as a whore brought that to the open, but how was it I could truly fall in love with each of these guys.

I lay there, gently holding this man with his member still deep in my mouth, trying to read why, at some tip in my involvement I fell in love. How could that possibly be ?

I had now sexed over fifty black lovers and there wasn't one I wouldn't happily do again, and again, and again. Each of them had wanted me so badly. They each poured there life into my young torso and were willing to pay to do it. Did they comprehend, when they were finished that I loved each of them immensely and would willingly throw done it for nothing ? Bobby just charged for what I would gladly do anytime now.

So Jamal, the big nigrify guy that started all this, was leaving. In a strange way this was very disappointing. I looked so fucking alien and he would go furious if he saw me now. But, I just had to deal with him going. I had no way to get through him and no idea what I would say if I did. How would he handle it when he learned I was still fraught ? Jamal had so a good deal making love and concern for me. He had offer a design that would"solve"thing for me, but then affair blew up at home, and his programme was blown up with that.

From his percentage point of scene I disappeared. He probably was getting ready for Panama thinking everything was back to normal for me. I was back in my white world getting ready for college. But he would certainly wonder why I was still in an organization with Bobby.

I would be in the back of his idea all the metre he was gone. I was by account. Panama was the hereafter. He would wonder about me all the fourth dimension he was gone.

But, here I am well along with his calamitous baby and he would not know. Maybe he would wonder if I was still pregnant. How would he oppose to that ? What would he require to do ? It didn't matter ; he was out of the picture. He had military rules of order to Panama.

I went back to summarizing my berth. That always took my nous off of any present problem. I was laying here, half asleep, with a very big Joseph Black man who I had just sucked to limbo and now loved very very much ... I was knocked up by a another very big total darkness guy I loved very a lot who was leaving the country ... I was supported and pimped out by another fateful guy I also loved very much ... it just went on and on. I had now had sex with so many different black hombre and thought the existence of each of them. Well for now Jamal had to be out of affair for me.

I settled on one question. Was there any theory that Caroline John Webster could ever again be satisfied with the dull mundane life in the white world ?

For a fleeting import my mind went to Kyle. Our time together was such a dashing hopes. What a prank.

Now my life history was a tangled jungle of erotic anticipations and it was all in Bobby's worldly concern .