“Ever done anything like this before?”“No.”Beth looked at me very seriously, “I don't wanna get emotionally involved.”“I understand. Nei...ther do I.”“OK. So, now what?” she said.Nice move, forcing my hand. I took a deep breath.“OK, Beth. Let's agree – Tonight is purely for mutual pleasure. No romantic involvement. No expectations. No attachments. We’ll remain friends and neither of us will ever tell anyone about tonight. No one. Not ever. Agreed?”“Yeah. Agreed.” Beth said softly, looking directly. They left and I could not believe what had just transpired, but it had been awhile since I had gotten any strange and my balls needed to be drained. But then again she was alot older than me, i am only twenty one. Well hell, its all pink on the inside right? At seven I got to the Econolodge and waited in the lobby, in case they did a noshow. But here came Jill all alone. I got a room and up we went. She said that she had never done this before and that she hoped not to diappoint me. She took. After I graduated from college in the city of Boston, Massachusetts and moved to the town of Ottawa in Canada, I experienced a whole new world. Canada is radically different from America. Also, Canadians are all fake-smiling, two-faced and deeply bigoted people. Not a single open-minded, non-racist person in the entire Confederation of Canada. Let me break it down for you. Black folks in Canada are too divided among themselves to unite against the racist establishment. The Haitians don’t like. Howlin' Wolf - One Night Only read the hand scrawled poster just outside the door. October 15th 1930 was the date and we stepped inside. I believe that was the beginning of the legend that wrote the song, Black Magic Woman in the late Sixties.We stayed for the night. She paid with a twenty dollar gold piece up front, one round for the house every two hours. Twenty dollars bought a lot of 'shine in 1930.She tipped Chester Arthur Burnett a five dollar coin when we left ... it was coming up.