Michelle's attire at home usually consisted of tight tops without any bras. Her big pointy nipples always seeming to follow her son whenever he dared ...to look at them. For her lower half she would wear athletic shorts with a slit almost all the way to her hips! Sometimes giving her young boy brief glimpses of her crotch with her panties peeking through when she would curl her legs up on the sofa. It was these teasing outfits Michelle wore around her baby boy that would ultimately have her son. My once-beloved city has begun to disgust me. The racism of the city’s white men and white women, especially the civil servants ( librarians, police officers and teachers) is appalling. Also appalling is the lack of unity among Brockton’s people of color, who comprise over fifty two percent of the town’s one-hundred-thousand-person population. As I went around saying my goodbyes to my friends, I stopped by Brockton’s Haitian-American Seventh Day Adventist Church. The one downtown, located near. They're heading right for him."Robby was regaling his mother with the wrong-doings of some of the more egregious felons he'd investigated when he was struck with a sense of déjà vu. From behind him came a feminine voice, this one unfamiliar."Hey, Robby! Fancy meeting you here," the voice said in a sultry tone.With dread in his heart, Robby turned to see who was addressing him. To his utter surprise, he saw Dawn standing there, looking every inch the young professional in her skirted business. His pics looked nice, but he was better in person. Tall, muscular and black, he was just my type. I invited him in and he walked in watching my every move, checking me out head to toe. I could feel his eyes moving over me, and was very turned on. I took a long drag, exhaled, and asked if he liked what he saw. He told me I was his fantasy slut. I told him to make himself comfortable while I fixed us a drink. I enjoyed his stares as I strutted around on my high heels, bending over, smoking, in.