Spurned and rebuked, he backed away he yelled back that he knew what I was reading on the web, that I was lying about not wanting it. Why hadnt I stop...ped him from touching me if I didnt want him to do more then just touch? Then he stormed to his room. For the next few days hardly a word passed between us, creating a chilled atmosphere. I was angry with him for entertaining such thoughts, and more angry with myself for allow him to have them, for allow his caresses and how wet I become with. She could fall for me, and most of these white ditzes did fall for her black man, but they could still be dumped pretty easily. But the worst possible outcome would be to fall for her, whether she felt the same way or not. Either way, I'd be exposed to getting messed up. Lots of black guys have been messed up by falling for a white girl and then paying for it a lot of ways.The secret, guys told me, was simple. Don't get attached. How do you do that? Give her just enough 'nice' to suck her in,. ’ ‘There was nothing but old newspaper in the briefcase. He says that you didn’t give the money to him. Now who are we to believe?’ ‘I’m telling you the truth! I don’t have it! Tell them Melissa, tell them that I don’t have it.’ ‘That’s right I tried to persuade my husband to give it back but he won’t. He’s the one that you should be looking for. I think that he has gone to be with that bitch he’s been fucking in Hollywood, I’ve spoken to her and she has promised to let me know when he gets. Cash sat nervously silent. After his face had broken into a grin of relief at seeing Ellen captive, he had said simply, "Hi, Sylvia," out of the corner of his mouth and then gruffly but not cruelly grasped Ellen's elbow and led her back upstairs.It was obvious that he was uncomfortable around the well- dressed middle aged man, who--in spite of the dimness--had put on a pair of sun glasses. The man's clothes, suave cleanliness, and unsmiling face made him look more menacing than any of the.