“I don’t think I can drink any more wine, it’s leaving a weird aftertaste,” Rita said.“Yea me neither, it didn’t even make me tipsy, let a...lone drunk, I mean, not that I get drunk or anything,” I said when dad looked over at me.“Yeah, right. Well in that case we need something else,” he said as he left and came back with a 6-pack of bud light.Despite her earlier protest, Rita split the last bottle of wine with mom and Aunt Lisa while dad and I split the 6-pack. I drank two beers and he drank. A sexy Negro with freeform locs entered the lounge. He smiled at someone. J.J. looked down at his phone. Two nights ago he had his legs on that nigga’s shoulders taking his dick. The dude brushed by J.J. on his way to a pool table. “Sup, kitty cat?”“Hey, Big Daddy!” The lanky mandingo paused and leaned back slightly. “Dat pussy was good! When I’ma git some more?”“You tell me. I’ma hit you up this weekend den.”“Very cool!”Out of the 16 or so Negroes in the place, just over half of them had. It is, at best, a boring job. Even so, as awful as most of the stories are, many of them, with some help and encouragement, could be worthy of publishing. I'm stuck in my job because I like writers and try to encourage them passing on stories that don't have a shot at publication. I also send manuscripts back to authors with notes on how to improve them and resubmit. I was told that wasn't my job and to stop doing it. My last review consisted of three words, 'Competent nothing more.' That is a. ..*groans and writhes in esctacy, utterly humiliated and helpless....horrified by how it thrills her....how much, deep down she realizes she is loving this. She sobs and tries to deny her needs. "Y-you are....ohhh! oh god..! You are doing this to meeee.....! *Moans* Uuhhhhhhhhhhh....m-m-making me looooove iiiiiiiitttt....."Shadow Dancer yes my power princess slut... pulling on your hair... you want more dont you... dont you I bet you want all your holes filled now dont you. Im going to make.