She told me that she already knew, she was just waiting for me to tell her. Folks, I love this woman. She’s special to me. Wendy accepts me for who ...I am and she’s there for me. I used to think that no Haitian woman could ever accept a Haitian man who was gay or bisexual. Our community is deeply conservative. In Haiti, men have been killed merely because someone alleged they were anything other than heterosexual. Just because I live in America doesn’t mean I stopped being Haitian. And I consider. I could feel heat spreading all over my body, heat and arousal – it was almost enough to eclipse the fear and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to follow through with my plan.A dress came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of sheer material. Had I worn in in public, I’d be arrested. It was also incredibly short. Standing up it would cover my puss and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would keep it from. Anywhere else. Anywhere but here. She had to control her emotions.The raw force of Slade's muscular frame thrusting against the girl's slim build racked her body, her legs shaking violently as he penetrated her. They failed as she struggled to regain control of her own limbs, but Slade's violent thrusts prevented her from doing so.Reaching out, Slade's left hand clamped down on Raven's breast and gave it an almighty squeeze. Raven wailed as she felt her bossom being crushed in her attacker's. .* * * * *Colin sat amidst a pile of junk in his one bedroom apartment. He livedin an old house divided into four apartments in a tiny village thatdidn't even have a post office or gas station. He had a roll of stickersand worked at pricing each item for sale. It was amazing how much stuffhe'd accumulated over the years.But he was willing to sell it all to be with Dee. It was just *stuff*after all. He wasn't the least bit sentimental. Unlike Dee; she wassentimental about everything. She was.