“I can’t just let you go off without properly apologising. Tell you what, I was just heading for the Black Tavern and I would gladly buy you a dri...nk. Unless you’re busy, of course…” When she didn’t answer Jeff held out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Jeff.”After casting a furtive glance around she shook his hand.“I’m Britney.”* * * *Jeff and Britney were sitting in a dimly lit corner of the tavern. She had not removed her hat and glasses but that was all right with Jeff. Sitting across. I found myself dressing for King, (the young black man at work), and wanting him to notice me and give me that "I like what I see" look and imagining how he was being affected by this horny white wife. I was wondering if it was true that many black men want to get into a married white wife's panties. I know that I have secretly wanted to feel a black man covering my body and pumping his black seed into my husband's private garden. I knew that I wanted King to be the mine and was hoping that. The cork was a lot morestubborn, but it finally popped out. There was an immediatejet of smoke from the bottle's mouth, accompanied by aroaring sound. The smoke didn't disperse but formed anodd-shaped cloud about eight feet tall, reaching just to theceiling. As more and more smoke poured out, it added to thecloud which became increasingly dense and almost solid,looking like an oversize human form.And then it _was_ human. Or humanoid. A huge swarthyfigure, only somewhat lighter in color. "Brad don't you think something's wrong?"Brad looked at her and checked how she was dressed and, seeing nothing wrong, shrugged his shoulders.Amy laughed, "You're in your underwear. Are your trying to give the neighbors a thrill?"Brad tried to cover himself and ran back into the house. He watched from the window as Amy pulled out of the driveway and down the street. He had never walked around her in his underwear before, but he was so nervous sending her off to her first day back at school that.