I turned towards the nearest wall and kicked it with my right foot. I kicked again. And again. And again. I walked over to my sister's room. The walls... weren't pink any more. The sheets don't have hearts or bunnies on them. The room smells of cigarettes and not of that sweet bubble-gum scent that it used to. My world is coming to an end. But, before it does, I'm going to get my sister back. I ran out of my sister's room, stubbing my pinky toe on the way out. "Fuck!" I yelled. I grabbed my jacket. Continuing to massage my cock through my clothing during the subway ride, this stranger could now feel my entire eight inches of hard meat.Suddenly, he started poking my asshole through the fabric, sending electric vibes through my body. I could not help but let out a moan. I could not believe how good this black man was making me feel. I wanted to stay all night in the subway with him behind me…He was massaging my cock with one hand and pushing a finger into my asshole with the other. I would. "Sure," I said, "why not? Only you'd betterbe offering coffee rather than more wine, or you'll have to roll me intowork tomorrow ..."She nodded gravely, made as if to say something, then taking my arm inhers, led me outside. "It's this way," she said, "won't take us long..."In fact it took a good twenty minutes, at our admittedly slow pace. Butsoon enough we were walking into the hallway of a very modern and wellappointed apartment. As Grace closed the door behind me I peered into aspacious. Anything. I can be your personal assistant, I'll do everything to you...I mean anything for you."I think I caught myself quickly enough, she doesn't react much to that slip."You've got to the end of the day to pack up and leave." Just one chance, I'll show you my performance is better. You've got needs, I can fulfill them. I can show you how good I really am." That is all Pete, you are excused."Back at my desk I hang my head. Can't believe I tried coming on to Pamela while she was firing.