The foreskin was a little up over the head. I could see the outline of a ridge at the bottom of the glans under the skin. It came up another 3/8" or s...o further. I expected a round hole at the tip but there was a slot there instead. There was a loose hair caught between the loose skin and the crown, over on the far side from me. I used my nail against my thumb to grab it and pull it out. I was surprised at how much hair I pulled out. The thing had to be an inch and a half long. He moved a little. Now he was in high school, and her sister had told her that he had grown a good four inches and put on about thirty pounds. But she said her son still had the thin frame that Abby remembered, and his skater boy mop of blonde hair that made him look younger than he was.As David rounded the corner and entered the baggage carousel area, he scanned the crowd… and that was when he saw her. There was his Aunt Abby, in a form fitting yellow dress that came to just above her knees, and clung to each. She had noticed from the start how good looking and strong he was, but it was his voice that really got to her. It was deep and resonant. It made her feel all warm and wet inside. She felt really guilty about being attracted to him, she was happily married after all. She wasn't about to risk her marriage on some fling, and certainly not with a black man. This was the first time she had been strongly attracted by a black man, though, and it was interesting.Cindy's glass was empty and she walked. I was determined to the point of being stubborn. It was Buck Nelson, winemaker extraordinaire, who ultimately pointed out to me that I knew someone who needed a place to stay. And they had the money to pay the rent, so why didn’t I just bite the goddamn bullet and get it over with? I reminded him of my history with Jasmine and the potential for another angry husband, and he made a joke about wine bottle weapons. I asked him if he was trying to get me killed, he asked me where the best place to.