“Sounds like you need duct tape. It can connect the two. It fixes everything. And it’s available when I am not.”“I am not aware that duct tape... can give one an orgasm and fix one’s heart. But I will buy a roll and duct tape you naked to the hood of my car to see if that does the trick. ”“And what if I already had an orgasm?”“Then I will be jealous because I was not there at the time.”“Ok, sailor. I think I am getting your message. We both need it.”“It has to be public sex, though, or it won’t. I had never actually been totally supportive of her actions, and it dawned on me that the tack just might give me some say in the matter, at least some degree of control. But, is that what I really wanted? It was worth investigating, and, in an instant, I formulated my new plan of surprise. I would agree to everything, support her black sexing, and everything else imaginable. What could I lose?"I...I had no idea," I stammered in a fashion befitting the situation. Then, figuring on a good. He sighed,"I just don't know any more. I have no energy, I feel unmotivated, apathetic. I keep setting aside time to work but I just stare at it until I get distracted. I don't go out, I haven't been cooking at all. I just eat cereal and microwave dinners and watch reruns of 90s sitcoms and listen to the same albums over and over and play video games. I haven't seen my friends in a while. I just don't know what I have in common with them anymore. I mean with anyone really-- uuhn."Martin. . oh mygods.. I'm such a pervert! I feel like sobbing when Candi speaks up again"Wow! You are like such a slut! Ten strikes of the cane on your firstday... not looking so prissy now are we?" I look up through tear filledeyes at her grinning face, "Oh so professional you were, like trying tohide your stocking tops, and your like subtle make up and hair shit...sitting pretty, being such a good girl... pretending not to be a dirtyslut like me..."I scowl around the gag at her giggling face, this is.