"Before this goes any further," she said pulling back just far enough to
tease, "I need you to answer one question."
"What ever you need," I replied blindly. There was a lack of blood
flowing to my brain and my wrist were deftly secured with her favorite
necktie.
"How many people have you slept with?" The light from the garage came
through the second story window of her apartment and danced gently across
her face.
"Five," I said keeping a straight face.
She arched her left eye brow, stopped playing with my belly button, and
rested her cheek in her left hand.
"Ooooooh. You mean sex?" I said, smiling.
That Beautiful Black Man
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