She sat down, mirror in hand and raised her knees to her chest is when I heard the angels sing. Between her legs was the most beautiful I have ever la...id my eyes on. Her black bush still glistened with bath water was the first thing I noticed. Next thing I know my face is buried so deep inside her I begin to breath the same rarified air that filled my lungs years before. I was back inside not knowing what I had missed. "Are you ok? What is wrong with you?" Brought me back unable to move because. But, I don’t have anything to put on after.”“I have something I want you to try on that would look amazing on you,” I said. “I’ll set it on the bed for you.”Ten minutes later, Ezekiel entered the living room in my white lounge pants and t-shirt. Between the shiny white fabric and his dark skin, he was practically glowing.“God! That’s hot!” I exclaimed. “It looks so much better on your chocolate skin than on my pale body!“Looks like they fit OK.”“Yeah,” he said, looking down at himself. “The fit. “Sounds wonderful,” she enthused.He poured her a generous dram, and presented it with a small jug of water.“What are you having?” she asked, noting another bottle on the table.“Old Pultney,” he said. “Highland. Most northern distillery, I think. Wick, near John o’Groats. Lovely smooth dram.”“I never knew you were a malt whisky expert. You were always a beer man.”“Still am, but I’ve grown to love malt whisky. Got quite a collection, like your mother. You?”“As you know, Mum was a single malt. It was a nice day, until he noticed his tension growing. He wondered if a black in a crowd of white's felt a similar undercurrent of hatred. He never noticed, but hadn't looked for it before.The poverty he saw didn't escape him. Many of these people had nothing to lose, consequently his sense of personal danger rose further. He was too well dressed to be here, not to mention he already looked like an easy mark.He drew in on himself, vowing never to come back after this exercise.With some small.