I ran through all the repentant scenarios I felt were likely. I planned to tell her not to worry, that the video no longer existed, to wish her well a...nd tell her I never wanted to speak to her again. Lovely, righteous thoughts. The reality was nothing at all like that.“You rotten, vile motherfucker!” were her first words as I picked up the phone. Not even a hello.“You blackmailing, dickless excuse for a man! How dare you stalk me and videotape my private life! I’m going to call the fucking cops. I arrived finding his door unlocked just as expected, I walked in slowly, about to call out I heard the shower running upstairs. I slowly walked upstairs trying to make as little noise as possible. As I got to the top I saw the bathroom door slightly open. Inside was Eboni, completely naked right in front of my eyes. It was amazing, she was absolutely beautiful, nice B cup breasts, and a perfect pussy mound shaved except for a tab of neatly trimmed hair at the top.Suddenly out of nowhere I was. His large bar “boy,” a slightly impaired young man in his mid-twenties, as a general rule broke up these fights quickly and before they destroyed an inordinate amount of furniture. When the opposite occurred, the publican had the names of the perpetrators and presented a bill to the college. With some reluctance, the college pressed the student for repayment.Tonight, the topic was women. More specifically, tropical women, or women in the Caribbean. Even more specifically, African women on. ‘I could still go on with my work?’ asked Laura. ‘You could do whatever you wanted,’ I told her. ‘Ah,’ said Laura, ‘but that’s the catch. I’d do whatever you wanted.’ ‘Laura,’ I assured her with perfect sincerity, ‘I admire your work.’ ‘So what you’re saying is, you’d let me carry on with my work because you admire it.’ ‘The way I’d put it is that your continuing with your work wouldn’t displease me.’ She pondered this. ‘But what if it one day did? Displease you, I mean. You’d make me stop.’ ‘I.