Fear that something was wrong.Finally, three weeks after Barbara had gone home for the funeral, Phoebe decided that enough was enough. Phone calls to ...her parents' house brought only vague promises from her love that she would be home soon. Taking a half-day on Friday, Phoebe headed home with the intention of just grabbing her overnight bag and then heading for Grand Central Station to catch an early evening train. If there wasn't anything wrong, then let Barbara tell her to her face.To her. That felt real. My mind was a sea of conflicts being tossed around like a ship entering the strait between Scylla and Charybdis. I wanted to ask her a million questions. I wanted to get one of her indescribable blowjobs. I wanted to know if she was back for good. I wanted to know how she avoided whatever happened today. I wanted to know why the men who interrogated me had her picture. Blah! The list of questions just continued to grow. So did my dick. She moved herself down to my crotch and. Trust me on that one. My name is Stevens, and I’m a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I moved there from the City of Brockton, Massachusetts to attend Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, the Capital of Canada. Next year I will graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Criminology, then I intend to attend Law School. My parents, Franklin and Ellen, have been bugging me about introducing them to a nice young lady for quite some time. They visit me in. Completely naked."I looked at her to see if she was kidding. She looked dead serious. I wasvery, very intimidated. She was the only adult I ever even attempted tohang out with. I stripped down completely. It seemed so weird and unfairfor me to have to be totally naked and her fully dressed. I was scared ofher."Beautiful child. Come over here."As I moved to her, I could smell her perfume and her female smell.Hugging me tight, she was smiling at me and rubbing me all over at thesame time. I could.