Intellectually, emotionally, socially and particularly sexually, they were a perfect match. What it really came down to was that they had fun together.... The fact that Tim was black and Paige white was a non-issue in New York City. That was one of the great things about living there.Tim remembered Paige's last surprise. On a winter night preview in November, Tim went to Paige's apartment to pick her up for dinner. She answered the door dressed in a set of strings that pretended to be a thong. She leaned her head to the side as I trailed kisses upward to her ear. "I love you, Mom," I whispered and felt her shudder. Then I brazenly kissed her ear."Mmmmm, that gives me goose bumps," she said, but didn't pull away.I proceeded to kiss back down her neck and then across the back of her neck and around to the other side. In the mean time my arms tightened around her waist, just under her breasts. I could feel her breasts on my forearms now. I slowly lifted my arms until the weight of her. "My wound was nothing compared to some my comrades suffered. I thought at first it was just a gash, which the surgeon stitched up in no time at all. Later, at Mont Saint Jean, when I used my sword in my right hand I found it weak, lacking the strength to hold the hilt firm enough to slice off a Frenchie's head." Rob guffawed. "I soon changed hands and severed many heads, and although my failure to abide by the manual of arms would have had me flogged under normal conditions the battle of. "Sounds fair," I said.She stuck out her slim hand and I shook it, bobbling her boobies nicely."One other thing," she said. She took a deep breath, grabbed the edges of her bodice with her thumbs and yanked it an inch higher. "You might not like this. I've been with that boy you chased away for nearly a month." She scrunched her mouth. "And true to him, worse luck. I need a man." She licked her lips. "Something awful." She looked away, acting embarrassed I suppose."You've come to the right.