At that point they made me look at myself in the mirror . i was a women....no.a foxy women..i mean i'd do her type women. well they didn't let me look... to long( i could have looked all day while jacking off )anyway they lead me down stairs to the front door . i stopped in my tracks. i had never been out side looking like this . where were they taking me. well they shoved me out the door and into a waiting limo. we drove for a while and finally came to a club and the music was pumping. my. ”“You can say different things with sex?”“Oh yeah. Tonight we’ll probably be saying ‘Isn’t this fun?’ and ‘Wow it is hot to try things together.’ A couple of days ago, I was saying ‘You are beautiful even when you hurt and cannot see it.’ Before that I was saying ‘I want you.’”“Anyway,” I say, “so at that level perhaps it only matters that you have something everyone involved likes that works well for you. But at another level, it feels really good to be able to try out your fantasies. Knowing. "You're a lucky man."Then he laughed. As the two men walked towards the car, I saw the man hand two $50 bills to Mr Jackson. This episode was repeated a few times over the next few months, with a different man accompanying Mr Jackson every time.I started to get strange looks around the town, with people pointing and giggling. One day at school some older black boys called me over. One of them asked me about the "car wash" service we were running at our house."My uncle's a buddy of Bones. 'I have been dying to meet you my dear', he said with a genuine interest and he took her hand and kissed the back of it. I beamed, he had done the same with me when we first met, and now, my daughters reaction and demeanor suddenly changed, she was charmed and I was pleased that someone at last had brought her out of her terrible state of mind and made her blush and feel excited.he did nor know of my marriage breakdown, he himself had never gotten around to marry, and why should he, when he.