She agreed but said not before we do this. She put her around my neck and kissed me with lots of passion. She told me that she wanted me to treat her ...like I did to those old white women, treat me like a black slut. I was looking for a break in the wood line to go into, but she said no, right here in the open, over there on the bench. I sat on the bench and she started taking off her clothes in a slow teasing way. When she was down to her underwear a couple was coming down the trail, I expected. ”“What?”“I know. Supposedly he caught her fucking his passed out son, and went ballistic. Accused her of being a whore and getting his son drugs.”“How the fuck...”“She had his skin underneath her fingernails. He had scrapes on his face and some mild bruising.”“Who called it in?”“Anonymous.”“Testimony?”“All hers. She’s from the other side of the tracks so to speak, and her family had a windfall.”“Of course. And the dad’s association with William Whiteman?”“Competition. And Tacoma’s basically a. As always, she was obedient, I saw her standing by her car as I waited to make the turn into the stop, and as I parked my truck across from her car and motioned her to approach, I knew this one would be a good slave. She knew enough to keep her eyes down until I gave her permission to look at me, and she had obviously dressed to please me. Id thought about the first time I took her, and how I would do it, and decided to have her right there, with the curtains partially open so that other. “Sure. Let me get my bag. What about your clothes?” she wondered.“Same place as yours, probably; in the locker area behind the announcer’s stand. Let’s have a look.”We found both our sport bags just where they were left, clearly marked. I had no intention of changing, merely pulling my jeans on over my shorts and slipping on a sweatshirt over my running vest. Gabrielle had a pair of sweats that she pulled on. We walked down the street toward a small café a couple of blocks from the podium. We.