" Tears were running down her cheeks as she looked around the house."This is where you've mourned me for, how many years?" she asked him. "We need to ...get away from here. Do something together. Create something between us here, now – in the present." She stood up and gazed into his eyes. "Now is what matters ... Please, just touch me."They stood, gazing into each other's eyes for several minutes. Then he nodded, touching her cheek. "It really is you."She kissed him, tears running freely down her. She started to get even wetter. ‘My name is Margaret. I will be your specialist for the day.’ ‘Rae Peters.’ Rae said as she shook Margaret’s hand. ‘Dang such lovely hands and long graceful fingers…..STOP IT!’ She thought furiously and blushed. ‘I have a list of things that were requested with the certificate, was there anything else that you wanted?’ ‘I’m not sure what was requested, can you let me know what they are?’ ‘Certainly…1 pedicure, 1 manicure, 1 facial, 1 hair styling (we do. Jennifer grinste, sie wusste was für Reaktionen dieses Outfit in der U-Bahn hervorrufen und was sie dabei empfinden würde. Wir fuhren die Rolltreppe hinab zur U-Bahnlinie aus der Stadt heraus. Wenn man von unten genau hinschaute konnte man sicherlich einen Blick auf ihre nackte Fotze unter dem Mantel werfen, ein Gefühl, dass sie noch ausgelassener machte. Der Bahnsteig war relativ leer, Jennifer schaute etwas enttäuscht und rauchte in der Rauchverbotszone eine Zigarette. Manchmal glaubte ich. She even said to me i would have to lick her ass in front of everybody later or her family would never apcept this marriage to be valid. It was a tradition she said, it was a way to show respect black woman and it proved you could do anything for her. I Was again, stunned. I Told her why there was no black guy around? She said her family and friends prefered White people cause they were more docile. More able to listen to them. I Found everything she said kinda strange and i didnt know where.