But you are as limp as you were when you left me earlier in the week. I hope your girlfriend hasn’t worn you out.” She heard Darlie’s chuckle co...ming from the bedroom, a voice she was quite familiar with. “And I can’t wait to meet this little girl of yours.”Darlie had been to the Oktapotomi numerous times, many times as a youth and a half dozen times with her father and/or Hobart Simpson. She was well acquainted with Wilma Dillard ... so well acquainted, in fact, that she knew the deep red. My roommate was, as usual, at his girl's place. I contemplated video games, but even that sounded dull. The longer winter goes on, the more uninteresting everything seems to become. In the winter, you split your life between a dorm and a library and a classroom. The snow or ice eliminates that easy freedom of open air and space. But still, college was not a bad place to be -- even at this time of year. The school has its share of attractive women. I enjoy the revealing wear of summer, of. And if a white woman crossed our path, and she was particularly hot or slutty, Jamal felt totally free to make some comment on her, like he would love to suck on her tits, or feel her nice ass, or get his cock up inside her. Hell, I was saying the same kind of things about white and black women. It worked both ways.One day, a group of three young white women, all of them pushing strollers, passed our squad car and waved at us. Jamal and I smiled and waved back. Half a minute later, one of the. “Oh, they must pay them to do this, big bucks,” he said. “And there’s other sites, maybe they do pay them…” she said. “But I want to know if it’s hot, or what…And with you gone for so long now, baby, I’m just ready for anything and I told you you’re gonna pay for fucking me with Mr. Bud, so give me some of that beer you’ve got in you. Go ahead, piss on my tits, I’ve gotta see what this is like! C’mon, piss on me, baby!” John saw the craziness and lust in her eyes as she said this, knew it.