30pm. The place was only half full. Most of the patrons were teenagers, half full of cheap grog and a few of old perverts ogling the young bodies. Mon...ique was different. Early forties, almost 6’ tall (179 cm), 34d breasts. Her legs seemed to go forever, ending with a miniskirt, which was exposing the most exiting part of her thighs and arse every time she made a sudden move. We made our way up the stairs, collecting some wolf whistles and rude comments from the young guys sitting on the steps.. There was just a hint of panic in her voice. "Sssssshhhhhhhhhhh! It's alright babyboo! You trust me, right?" "Yes. I trust you baby!" she felt herself relax completely. She did trust him. She trusted him more than she had ever trusted any man. He tied the soft material around her wrists and reached each arm up to a corner of the bed, tying her firmly to each bedpost. Then he moved downward, letting his hands roam once again over her body, placing gentle kisses along the way. He kissed down her. I tested her doorknob, and, as I’d remembered from previous visits, she hadn’t locked up, so I quickly opened it and slipped inside to wait. The room was nearly dark, lit only by the moon and distant streetlights, so I simply stepped into the middle as I heard her approaching the door. She stepped in and immediately turned to switch on the light and close the door. When she turned back and saw me, she gasped, putting her hand to her mouth and falling back against the door, then, realizing it. ’, but I didn’t want him because I thought wanting him would make me join him and I wasn’t ready to go. And I remembered how he had turned his head away when I entered his hospital room, not wanting me to see his weakened ravaged face. I tried to turn my face when I heard voices approaching, but I could not make my head move. Faces appeared above me, scared, pitying young black faces, and I thought they were glorious ebony angels, and I thought what a delight it would be to get to heaven and.