That’s the ugly truth about gender relations in America. With a predator’s smile on my face, I approached Cheryl the bitch. As did Benito, the ha...ndsome black gentleman. Time to make sure this bitch gets what she deserves. I told her that she was under arrest for disorderly conduct as well as harassment and making a general nuisance of herself. Cheryl looked stunned. I told her to turn around and put her hands on her head. She refused, and started cussing up a storm like the common hood slut I. Rhonda's cries of delight seemed almost continual as one by one, they all came to drink from her. Each took from her a portion of her essence and then shared this in turn with one another until they had all somehow hooked up to one another, coupling in ways that bordered sometimes on the extreme or the bizarre. It became frenzied as each strove to pleasure the other, moving from one partner to the next without rhyme or reason, without pretext for finishing what someone moments ago had begun. I. The weekend past and all was forgotten, or so I thought. I sat at my drawing table which was no more than a plywood table top on hinges. It was a new table but due to a design flaw it had no way to hold the top at an angle. I had to prop the top open with two soup cans. Both of the cans were full as a matter of fact.I worked at that table on a drawing of a beautiful little girl with terrible teeth. I saw her one day in the park and shot a couple of pictures of her. With nothing to do that. “Great ma’am, this is perfect. Thank you for the nice surprise this evening; that was special,” I said with a big smile.Cecile came over to the bed and gave me big hug, pressing my face between her very nice breasts. “You’re welcome Chuck. You are such a good boy with our girls. They’ve told me how gentlemanly you are to them and how you treat them with respect. Thank you, Chuck, for treating the girls like ladies.” She gave me another squeeze and then released me, still standing in front of me.