She stood at the side of the bed for a moment, enjoying the site of her soon to be lover as he lay naked on her bed... a bed she had only once shared ...with anyone else... and it was another black man. Her eyes roamed down his strong chest to his trim waist and the bulging stomach muscles. When they reached his penis a chill went through her. It wasn't incredibly long but it was thick, with veins that were bulging and pulsing from the hot blood pumping through them. His clear pre-cum juice. Tired maybe, or anxious. “Did you go to any parties?” That got her attention. “No.” But her face had gone a shade whiter. Houlihan sat back in his chair. “I don’t believe you.” “I didn’t! I swear!” Now, Monica really wasn’t looking good. Her eyes had a slightly hysterical look. Houlihan whipped open his cell phone. He went to the file containing pictures, and showed a picture of her license plate, and also other cars parked on the street. “What night was this? Where were you?” Busted. Monica. "I guess so." Come in here and take off your jacket and kick off your shoes. You are very over-dressed. I should get you some shorts." Oh, I'm fine. Shall we get started?" Come in here and sit with me for a minute."She took Laura into her livingroom with the small facing white sofas and the glass coffee table, where Laura had tentatively kissed her, then been gently, sensibly refused. Again, Deshona sat down next to her. The sofas were really small loveseats, and so they were very close."I. "Oh, we have a few things lined up for you," answered the woman with adeadpan expression. "But first of all, you have some judging to do. Comethis way."She led them around the side of the house to a large marquee which waspitched on the extensive rear lawns. Rows of chairs were grouped onthree sides of a temporary wooden floor. The seats gradually filled upwith the female guests, a number of whom, Alyssa noticed, had "dogs" oftheir own. These were chained up outside, with enough distance.