Maybe she had beenscrewing someone behind my back all along.“You’re wet enough to be fucked now, you dirty littleblack slut, aren’t ...you?” Colonel Rose whispered.LaShonda didn’t answer.“Did you hear me?” he snapped.“Yes, Colonel Rose,” LaShonda meekly responded.“What are you?” he went he on. “Tell me!”“I’m your dirty black slut and I need to be fucked,”she panted. All the time he was groping her tits. I would like to have your parents visit. I’ve only met your mother once and I really would like to get to know her better. Sammy and her kids can come and stay with her.”“Angie, you didn’t answer my question about putting my ring on your finger.”“Jack, I’m still going to say no at this time. I really have considered it and I will come to it. Would you give me since we met until a year has passed? That is only another five months.”“Of course I will, and I will move across the street to be with. Call me a wimp, or a pussy-whipped husband or what you will; I forgave her, and put it behind me. It was a one-time thing, and was alcohol related — too much to drink and a known predator ready to pounce. I believe her assurances that she won't ever get into that position again.I don't suffer from visions of her having sex with him, or anything like that. I don't worry when she has to work late, or visits her mother or sister on the weekends. In short I have put it away.Laurie went to her. I thanked him and took a sip – very tasty but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I later found out that it was pomegranate juice. Then he handed me the card which was a list of the services they provide. It had a unique look to it, prepared stylishly with a firm backing. Quickly looking at it, I noticed that this was not a place for the budget conscious; then again, I already felt great in this place so I felt as though I should stay and see what it was all about. Charles helped me out. “For you,.