He spent the day wandering around the small town, refreshing memories and visiting with people who recognized him. One of those was Becky who he had d...ated for six fuck-filled months before he headed out on his journey. She was working in a store and called to him. As they chatted he noticed the rings and she said that happened about a year after they broke up.She invited him to dinner with the clear promise of “catching up on old times” since her husband was out of town for a week. He brought. “White girl got ass.” Smiling, I blew a kiss at the unnamed speaker before turning around and giving him a little wiggle. Not like names mattered. I think Carlton was the only one who knew mine, after all. This wasn’t about being romanced. This was all about fucking. “JJ. Want to break out the blow for our guest? Let’s make this a real party.” So much for things not getting out of control. At least it wasn’t booze. Hard liquor tends to turn guys mean and these guys were mean enough without. She expressed an interest in edging sex. At the time, I was not sure what she wanted. Right then, she invited me to her home, where everything was laid out. Suddenly, I felt I was preyed upon, and it was exciting and equally scary. I was in two minds.But everything happened so quickly. I was committed to having pleasure with her, and my brain was numb. She was definitely the lioness, and she had found her gazelle. She was going to devour me. She was wearing jeans, and I was in casuals too.She. Arthur scowled at his nephew, taking his participation trophy away. “Not here in New York, not any time soon. I don’t even know if they have an opera in Shreveport. But they do have some good fishing.”Of the half dozen people who clearly wanted to know what the fuck Arthur was thinking, Vanessa Comstock got to him first, intercepting him before he’d made it three steps away from where he gave his deliberately pointless speech. She took Arthur by the arm, drew him aside, and said, “Louisiana?.