Keys hit the door and my roommate walked in. Marcus was about 6'5 275 lbs of pure black muscle. His black hair was long and neatly braided. He had a t...ight white tank top on that hugged his ripped abs, muscular chest, and showed off his vein popping biceps. He has a pair of sagging blue jeans with Tommy Hilfiger boxes showing. "Well, well, what the fuck do we have here?" he said with a cocky smile. I stood up and offered a handshake "I'm Jay." Marcus laughed "Nah mother fucka your name is Snow. Maybe she should consider herself lucky to be with someone who treated her so respectfully. She started as she heard her message notification. Picking up the cell phone, she squinted at the screen. She sighed and fished for her glasses on the bedside table. It was a text from Anne.I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It isn't you. I still want you. I'm just so overwhelmed by all of this work and the pressure to make enough money that we can go through with our baby plans.Renae texted back. I guess I have. It's her old car's license number."I did not have to see the code again. Mike's mother had an old Ford Mustang that she sold after her husband's death. I knew that number. Mike handed me my house keys. We came to front door."When is aunt Jane returning?" He asked me eagerly after opening the door.I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise, and looked at him. Sometimes, I too could read other peoples mind. My oriental friend was impatiently looking forward to the sexual encounter with my mom. "Not. Rick said hewas starting to understand why girls like playing with dolls because itwas so fun to dress her up and everything.Once we had images, we had to set up an account. We decided to call herCat - after catfishing of course - and decided that if anyone noticed herresemblance to me, we would say she was my cousin from the next townover, who I never talked to.Finally the moment of truth came and we made contact with Martin, DMinghim a simple message: "Hi" with a little heart emoji.There was.