Instead, however, he simply took the tray and trudged back to the kitchen, aware for the first time since he had let her in, how additionally grotty h...e must appear to her in those tatty old pajamas and dressing-gown he was wearing.Seemingly reading his mind, she called out to him,"Jim, come and sit beside me in front of the fire for a while."Not even questioning why she would ask such a thing of him, he shuffled back to the fireplace and eased himself down beside her. For a while, they both. ”“What do you mean? I shaved this morning.”“I don’t doubt you did. I’m not talking bout your face, though, I’m talking bout your body. I want to see what it feels like to rub my body against another silky-smooth body. Come on it’ll be fun. I promise!”“My entire body? I don’t know bout that,” I say, but when I see the disappointment begin to show in my wife’s eyes I can’t resist. “Well, I guess if that’s what you want I’ll give it a try. Will you grab the razor for me?”“I’ve got you. Just lean. "But if I may use your bathroom?" Sure, it's down the hall, third door on the left," Maria said.Belinda almost ran to the bathroom. 'This was never going to work,' she thought. 'How could I ever have believed I could convince these four women that I was one of them.'She wondered how long she could hide in the bathroom before someone came looking for her.Back in the den, the women were whispering fast."Did you see her clothes! See looks as if she were dressed by a committee of men," Jessica. I dated a lot of black girls. Actually, I was related to half the black people at Reedville Baptist, by marriage. It occurred to me that church was the only time I ever saw my cousins apart from the family reunion. I hadn't seen any of that side before I left for Beijing. I made a note to call them when I got back to the house and tried to put the thought out of my mind.We arrived early enough that there was plenty of time for Maria and Miguel to introduce me to what felt like hundreds of.