‘You’re the only man I want.’ ‘That’s good, because I don’t think I want to share you.’ The phone beeped. ‘I have a call coming in, sw...eetie,’ Patrick said. ‘Probably my boss finally remembering to tell me where this load’s going. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, or online later if I stop early enough. Okay?’ ‘Okay. Drive safe.’ ‘Always. Bye.’ ‘Bye.’ The call disconnected, and Hayley closed her cell. She closed her eyes for a moment and could feel Patrick’s arms around her, his lips against hers. It. My friends call me Becky but you can call me Beck. Everybody does. I have a tough job, ladies and gentlemen. My job involves the arduous task of running all over the continent of North America finding sexy Black men to fuck. From Boston to Atlanta and New York. From Toronto to Calgary and Montreal. From Mexico City to Cancun. Wherever sexy Black men are to be found, I'll be there. Now, you wouldn't think that's such a hard thing to do since I'm a five-foot-eleven, busty and big-bottomed, curvy. Dad said they arrived about ten minutes ahead of us. The girls were bunking in the back room. The guys were jostling for spaces in the bunks in the front room.Matt Sauder yelled, "Hey! Kyle's here," when he spotted me. Matt's greeting was echoed across the room with more greetings of "Hi Kyle," "Good to see you," and "Glad you're here, man."Eric Connell walked over to me, gave me a slap on the shoulder. "It's damn good to see you, Kyle," he said, grinning. "It's been too long." We shook hands.. At 6:29, Jessie heard a horn. She ran down the stairs and out the door. She saw Joshua's black Ford Ranger sitting in her driveway, he was in the driver's seat, and little Cole in his car seat in the back seat of the extended cab truck. She quickly climbed in the passenger side."Hi," Mr. Jones said."Hey" Jessie replied.On the way to his house, Joshua explained the rules, like Cole's bedtime and where emergency numbers were and that kind of stuff.They pulled into Joshua's driveway, and Jessie.