Her name was Tammy. She was twenty-five years old, married and had a kid in first grade.“The 249 can be fun at times, but you have to put up with a ...lot of bitchy women,” Tammy said. “Everyone fighting over the same old men.”I shook my head up and down like I understood.“So, you’re married,” Tammy noted, looking down at my left hand.“Well,” I replied, “I’m supposed to be.”Tammy stayed silent for a moment. Then she asked,“Can you take me home?”I am pretty sure she was asking me to take her to her. ‘So, do you forgive me for waking you up so early this morning?’ ‘She may have,’ I laughed. ‘But I haven’t. In fact, I may never.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ Tara said, smiling at me sexily. ‘You’ll forget all about it by the morning.’ ‘I am so jealous,’ Angelo sighed. ‘And happy for you two. Not everyone finds someone that fits them so well. You two were obviously made for each other.’ ‘I know,’ Tara said, sounding far older than her years. I smiled and kissed her briefly. ‘You’re right,’ I agreed,. My mind was in a whirl as the group led me along an alley to what led to a boarded up property next to some overun trash laden ground. I was quickly shoved inside and led into a filthy and squalid downstairs room devoid of furniture except for a dirty old mattress on the floor.The atmosphere was now electric as the Black thugs formed a close circle around me,I counted 12 guys in all as more were coming in behind the group who originally pushed me in the house, I was shaking not with fear but. "Julie took Roger's head in her hands and kissed him just as passionately as she had kissed Miranda before. "Let's go in the bedroom," she said huskily. Miranda nodded in eager agreement. Roger was agog as he let both women take him by the hand and lead him towards the master bedroom as rain pounded on the roof of the house.The master bedroom was an impressive room, spacious with nice furniture, and finely decorated in the tranquil colors of purple, blue, and turquoise. In the center of the.