When we left the club I had assumed we were going back home and now I starting to wonder what else Harold had up his sleeve for me tonight. I had felt... Harold had done a good job at showing me as a complete whore for the little movie project I had to make this weekend and in fact I was looking forward to going home and relaxing a little. Harold then pulled over just past a liquor store and told me that this is where I got off. Complete surprised must have registered in my eyes as I climbed. How I would like to get laid init, I thought.Apparently this room was carefully made forfuckers only. The ceiling above the bed was mirror-ed! the foot and the head of the bed were similarlyfitted.Heavy damask drapes hung along side the bed.They could be drawn and completely hide the bed. Ipresumed that this arrangement was made for bash-ful parties-carrees, or else to help muffle the lustfulshrieks and cries of passion maddened fuckers.Dim red lamps cast a sensuous glowing pallorthroughout the. She was becoming accustomed to handling his girth and weight now...and she would remain accustomed to handling his girth and weight—in just this way—for the rest of her natural life.Leasa knew at this moment that Sambo had just impregnated her, and that she would now be his lover for life, as well as the mother of his c***dren. As Sambo attempted to dismount her, Leasa held on to him tightly. He was hers; she didn’t want to let him go—even for a moment. This massive, ugly black man had just. And mom just kept quiet and let me cry and I cried more and more, tears and snot and shoulders shaking and everything and then after a while when I had calmed down a little mom said “Whatever you did, she'll forgive you. It'll be all right” and that made me so angry and I said “Why do you always assume I did something!?” and mom said “No, I'm sorry. But... Cait would never do anything to hurt you” and I said “Oh so but I'm a selfish bitch, huh?” and she said “No. You're not. But you are....