I guess I can’t help but think back to how jealous I used to feel whenever I saw you and Angie making out. I’m sorry I did that tonight. I should ...just not bring him here anymore.’ ‘Stacey, please don’t do that to me.’ ‘Don’t do what to you?’ she asked, fear showing in her beautiful eyes. ‘Don’t be so afraid for me. You’re a grown woman. I know you’re going to date, and I know what happens when people date, okay?’ I gave her a small smile. ‘I don’t know, Dan. Are you sure? You really don’t mind. We repacked our small bags and checked out of the room. After grabbing a quick breakfast at the deli downstairs, we were on the road by 9:30, me behind the wheel, as we headed out of town on I-15. We sang along with the radio and generally talked of inconsequential things as the miles slipped away.We were about an hour outside of Vegas when I felt Jen's soft hand resting on my knee, the way this whole adventure had started. She rubbed my knee gently, her movements sensual but not overly sexual.. Jamal and the other niggers got me to get towels for them,had me scrubtheir backs in the shower, even made me pick their dirtystinking jockstraps up off the floor. They sent their filthy jocks andsocks home with meto wash for them. Now let me state here once and for all, that I am in no way at all gay. Idon't think I ever even had a gay thought. So all of this really repulsedme. They would brush up against me so their big fat blackdicks rubbed mybody. They would make constant jokes about me. "Go ahead - touch them - they feel good to the touch, too," he urged in a voice that was - in contrast to his other entrances - a half whisper. I looked at him - at my image - at him -at my image. The person in the mirror tentatively touched his palm to the upper most row of ruffles and tested their buoyancy. "Turn around and get a load of the rear view," he said. The guy in the mirror took a half turn and planted one hand on a hip, moving one foot forward at a 45 degree angle and throwing his.