“Oh, please, Captain, don’ you know this wrong. “You don’t want to get hurt.” No, he didn’t threaten me. Anal sex She licked her lips, kissed the massive knob. “Dear?” it was a question. “Let’s move to a booth and visit,” he said. Sitting down across from him, I picked up the bottle, started to pour myself more. This dark taboo had burned inside me since I was a small child, fascinated with the African-American people surrounding me growing up in my bigoted home and community. This man shook me, his assurance and physical presence frightened me. Want the back room or you going to just agree?”
“She’ll never let you,” I said. Oh, yes, it’s embarrassing. Inside my brain, a niggling voice said, “She’ll let him do what he wants, out of fear if nothing else.”****
Vacuuming the hall, I barely heard the door open and close. “So, the first wife racking you over the coals financially?”
“No, no kids on that one and she remarried.”
“And the second one?”
“I have child support, but I can handle it,” I told him.
