But I was scared .While driving the car I looked at the back mirror, I saw she was closing her eyes in lust and I could make out now she was really ge...tting hot. Light music was on and it was really cold in the car and now she was getting hot. I have no idea where this courage came from, slowly slowly I started rubbing her thighs as well as the hands were rested on them. I thinking now she was going crazy she slowly opened her legs which were kind of invitation for me to go on and I slowly went. ”“My lady, if you’d come look.”I approached and the man handed me a light. As I looked down at the young man’s corpse on the pallet, the source of shit became all too obvious. His limbs were wrinkled and his face wasted. Definitely shadow rot. My stomach clenched.“Might you know who he was?”“Tulips Running Wild from Passion Mill, my lady.”My heart began to pound. “was he, by any chance, working on the boundary yesterday?”The two speakers nodded. The woman began to speak, but I could not follow. I watched her rear. With her tight black skirt and her high heels tapping on the wooden office floor, I was enjoying the view. "Come on, follow me," she said looking back towards me over her shoulder. "It's this way." Look, don't think I'm not grateful and everything but this isn't really how you're supposed to be is it?" Oh, come on! You're not some mindless thug. Actually you're kind of cute and I quite like forceful men." She led the way into the other office. "The safe's down there," she. For me, it didn’t come natural. Besides, I felt self-conscious. Most guys didn’t seem drawn to a six-foot, heavyset young black woman who was sweaty half the time from playing rugby or working out at the gym. Lots of other young black women on campus had my dilemma. They were pretty, and talented, but didn’t seem to be attracting the young black men. Most of them, especially the athletes, seemed to desire only white or Latin women. I’m not hating on them. You go with whoever makes you happy,.