His history was mostly what I had expected. Hardscrabble. No father, not active in his life anyway. Petty crimes, mother a deadbeat meth-head, the usu...al.But he was a striver. Not educated, not like Pantone, but savvy. And a saver. No Cadillacs, trips to Vegas. He hadn’t known why he saved his pimp money. Nor what he would use if for.Then Gertie came along.As usual, Harold was overdressed. Too formal for the neighborhood, but I had to admit he was looking pretty natty these days. And enjoying. With six girls going Bill had to drive. I was left alone and told, “Lock the door and don’t open it for nobody.”When Bill got back I asked, “Bill, is the car you drove registered in your name or Brother Bob’s name?“My name. Why do you ask?”“Because now is your best chance to leave.”“I can’t because my money is in Brother Bob’s safe.”“How much cash would you need if you were to walk away?”“$20,000”“Does the safe have that much money in it?”“More. But lotta good it will do me. The safe is locked. All I'm asking fo... DAMNIT ALL IM ASKING FOR IS AN HOUR" she said while kicking my hand away and me with a massive grin on my face. "Yah, it's my boyfriend, NO HIS NOT TOUCHING MY PUSSY YOU PERV."I once dated this masseuse, she's supposed to be one of the best in the world, I found that funny, I wondered how the hell they judged that, anyway she was unbelievable in bed, my God did she know how to touch the right spots, she proposed once, just to make things more interesting that she teach me a. I was just divorced and really needed to get laid so i agreed to go. I didn’t know that it was a club where mostly black men hung out. I wore a mini skirt with a satin blouse with no bra I had a black thong on with high heels. My skirt was very short and had a slit down one side. When we got to the club Ann told me that the men there were really hung and if I was lucky I would find one for tonight. I had never been with a black man but was willing. We went in and the place was full with.