Journey of the Whiteboi- Chapter 3
Ch. 3: The Homecoming
My wife came home the next afternoon. I had a ‘Welcome Home’ banner up, a welcome home card, and a bouquet already in a vase for her and her favorite dinner ready. I was looking forward to seeing her since we had been apart for some time. When she walked in she barely recognized that I was there or any of the preparations I’d made. Understandably, I was a little dismayed, I said, “Hello?”
She looked up. “Oh hi,” and went right back to her phone.
'No kiss, no hug, nothing?' I thought. “How did your meeting go?” I asked, desperately trying to get some conversation going between the two of us.
“It went fine,” she responded looking over at me and suddenly softening. “I’m sorry, Honey,” her deep blue eyes looked at me as she approached, “I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now,” she put her arms around my shoulders, bent her neck, and passionately kissed me.
If I had been wearing glasses when she surfaced for air, I would have been looking into a fog bank, “I’ve got a special dinner planned for us this evening,” I beamed, I'm cooking your favorite meal; roast lamb." The smell of it cooking permeated the house, I had pan-fried baby carrots, baby peas, and mashed potatoes to go with it and, another favorite of hers, Homemade peach cobbler for dessert.
Her smile brightened her face. “I can smell it, thank you so much, Sweetheart! I’m going to take a bath and be right out to enjoy and be enjoyed,” she smiled provocatively and skipped into the bathroom.
Just as I put dinner on the table, she was out in about half an hour. Her golden blonde curls draped over her delicate shoulders looked magnificent and she’d put on long, dangly earrings to go with it which framed her face beautifully. She had on a black negligee under a light housecat that contrasted beautifully with her white skin, "You look beautiful, Sweetheart! Come sit down and eat, you must be hungry,” I said as I uncorked a bottle of rosette. She complimented me by finishing what I’d given her and asking for more, which I immediately supplied. I brought her a hot after-dinner coffee with the peach cobbler then slid in beside her to enjoy the tasty pastry and to get reacquainted after our long separation. Later I played music for her, and she danced, we had a marvelous time.
Later when the evening had turned to night and we were both exhausted, she looked at me with her bedroom eyes, I slid across the piano bench as she approached, she leaned down and brushed my lips with hers, then licked lightly before sliding her supple tongue into my mouth. Immediately, my temperature was on the rise along with my heart and pulse rates, her wanton tongue and soft lips caressed my mouth, and I felt the effervescence deep within myself starting already, she didn’t even have to touch me to make me hard.
She took my hands and walked me into the bedroom, in the doorway she raised her arms which was our signal for me to strip her. Considering what she was wearing the task was fairly easy. I dropped the article on the floor, and we continued deeper into the chamber. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she applied slight pressure, letting me know to sink to my knees, so I smiled and obeyed her unspoken instructions. Taking her thong in my teeth I began to work them down past her shapely hips and over her knees letting them fall to her ankles, she raised one foot to the bed, exposing her perfect marble arch to me, I rose and slipped my tongue into her. She cooed with pleasure as I slid up to her reddening little clitty and licked lightly over it before moving back down to lick around her wonderful opening inserting two fingers deep inside her and began working her G-spot knowing this would hasten her orgasm, I floated my tongue up her slot and lavished generous attention on her tight and spiky little clitty. Her moans and squirming encouraged me. The motion of my fingers inside her strumming her G-spot and my tongue flickering her clitty soon started the contractions deep inside her which led to a mind-bending, body-crunching orgasmic experience. She screamed as it took hold and began to carry her along in its powerful current.
Satisfied with my efforts, I began to climb up her body ready to impale her with my little clit of a cock. “No, no,” she breathed, “Put Connor on!” I dutifully fixed the phallus to my waist and pumped a little more pressure into the dildo before feeding the tip into her bringing a moan and gasp as I slid inside her, "Stretch me out, God, that feels good.” She groaned loudly as I brushed her cervix deep inside. Our hips began their rhythmic dance automatically, me pulling out almost all the way and then slowly pushing back in, she moaned, “Harder, faster!” I picked up the tempo and soon, we were bumping pelvises. She moaned loudly when the next orgasm hit her. continued to pump in and out for a few more minutes causing her orgasm to extend to several minutes of non-stop pleasure as she danced like a marionette on a sexual string, screaming and moaning her pleasure into the night. It was a glorious sight to behold, my sweet wife in full sexual freefall. I whipped the dildo off and prepared to impale her with my little dick. “Can I suck you off instead?” she asked as she began to scramble between my legs.
“Okay,” I replied, somewhat dismayed that I was not going to enjoy her hot, juicy pussy. She was an expert when it came to sucking a cock, she always knew just how to get what she wanted from it and in no time I was quivering and moaning in ecstasy. A few minutes more and I was fountaining all the cum I’d been saving into her savory mouth.
Once I’d stopped pumping, she crawled up my body, pressed her lips to mine, shoved a ball of cum into my mouth, and backed off to see what would happen, 'Why not?' I thought as I swallowed, much to her joy, “That is so hot!” she giggled with her eyes smoldering, “I think it would be equally hot to see your pretty lips wrapped around a nice-sized cock.”
The comment blew my mind, “You would?" I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, I think it would be equally hot if not hotter!” We then curled up together, spooning as lovers do, and fell asleep.
The day after she got home, I was going over some bills when I found an anomaly, “Hon?” I asked, being as congenial as possible.
“Yes, Dear,” she said from her seat at the table where she was having a coffee and reading a magazine.
“Did you pay the gas bill last month?” I asked innocently.
That’s when she exploded, “Don’t you ever pay anything around here, you sit around all day and do nothing. Are you even looking for a job? You always expect me to do it all, Jesus, get off your fuckin’ ass and do something!” (She had worked herself up into a real lather by this time.) “I’ve had it,” she fumed as she got up from the table. “I’m going to my mother’s!” she screamed and threw a few articles of clothing and some toiletries into a suitcase and stormed out jumping in her car and roaring out of the driveway.
I was alone on what was supposed to be the happiest weekend of the month. I was distraught, I sat down and and cried. Feeling lost and alone, I took out the card I’d been given out of my wallet, and with trembling hands, I dialed the number.
“Hello?”
“Hi Virginia! It’s Da… Whiteboi,” I said trying not to cry.
“Oh, hi Whiteboi! Great to hear from you, have you decided to take me up on my offer?”
“Well, yes,” I said quietly, “I was wondering if we could try it out on a trial basis?”
“Sure, Sugar, text me the address where you are,” I texted my address to her phone and a few minutes later, she was back on the line, “It’ll take me about forty minutes to get there, that will give you plenty of time to get ready.”
“Okay,” I returned, happy that I wouldn’t be alone tonight. I didn’t know how safe that would have been in my stressed condition and I knew I needed company around me. I packed up my laptop and a few changes of clothes and toiletries in a bag. I didn’t expect to be around here much with all that had happened, so I took what I thought I would need for an extended stay. I made sure all the doors were locked and that the lights and furnace were off before collecting my things and heading out the front door.
As she had promised, she arrived about forty minutes later. I smiled, “Hi Virginia!” and tossed the scant possessions I had in the back seat and got in, feeling I was about to go through emotional overload as soon I closed the door, she looked at me and said, “What’s the matter, Honey?” She asked with genuine concern as she carefully pulled away from the curb.
'Damn, this lady reads me too easily, I thought I was hiding it well, too!' I thought as I continued looking down, “My wife and I just had an epic fight over money. She’s taken off to her mother’s for God only knows how long. I asked her if she had paid something I was under the impression she was going to pay and she freaked out at me, saying, I don’t do enough; I don’t pay enough. I want it to stop,” I said on the verge of tears I sat there for a few minutes collecting my composure before admitting, “I think my marriage is over, Virginia,” I said on the verge of tears.
“Aww, Honey,” she said with heartfelt sympathy, touching my shoulder to show support, “I’m sorry about what happened between you and your wife, Whiteboi, it always sucks when this stuff happens,” her soothing voice, low voice and calm, “I’m here for you, Baby.”
“Thanks, Virginia, I appreciate that,” I said sounding crestfallen. We drove the rest of the way to her place in silence, such was my confusion and pain. My whole world had just been turned upside down yet this woman whom I’d just met was willing to stand by me when my wife would not, the emotions were overwhelming.
When she unlocked the door to her large, open-concept condo and beckoned me inside with a smile. I entered a large room, there was a big screen television set up in one corner, a central fireplace, and a white sectional set in front of it. Nestled inside the sectional was a large oak table with brass accents. Across from this to the right was a large dining room table with eight settings. The walls were covered in black art tastefully arranged. The central feature of the opposite wall was the baby grand piano that beckoned to me from the moment I saw it.
“Feel free to sit down at the piano if you like, I’ll fix us something hot to drink,” she said as she walked toward a hallway at the back of the room. I sat down at the black, baby grand piano that had been beckoning to me and began to play any selection that came to mind, anything to keep my mind off what had happened a few hours ago.
Virgina was thrilled with my ability, “That was wonderful!” she called from the kitchen. “Oh, I can’t remember the last time anyone serenaded me with such lovely playing, Whiteboi! I stand by my original assessment you are very good!” She returned from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of liquid in her hands. I stood up as she re-entered the room and put the mugs on the table. “Drink up, you’ll feel better,” she said in a soothing voice. I found out by tasting the elixir that it was an exceptionally fine hot chocolate. “Tonight, we’ll get acquainted, she switched on the television to reveal interracial porn in progress, complete with subliminal messages like black superiority, white inferiority, surrender to the BNWO, and others. These flashed by too fast for the conscious mind to pick up, be the messages made it through to the subconscious where they could do the most good, I was transfixed, “Oh, you like that, do you Whiteboi?” she giggled when she saw my reaction.
“Uh-huh,” I breathed as I watched, and my clit reacted in my pants. “I started watching interracial porn a short time ago, but I find it fascinating.”
“Good,” she said as though ticking something off a checklist.
“Okay, tonight, considering what’s just happened to you, we’ll sit around and talk and watch my movies, it’ll allow you to become a little more comfortable."
“Whatever you think is best,” I said now feeling fully defeated.
When we finished our hot chocolate, she fixed me with her gaze. “Let’s go sit over in the living room where it’s more comfortable,” she suggested, I trailed after her to the sectional where she turned on the gas and the fire burst to life. “So, what do you think of my pad?” she asked with a smug grin and indicating her abode.
“It’s fantastic!” I complimented. “Beautifully appointed for a beautiful woman,” I grinned. I did think the place was beautiful and wondered about the upkeep as I looked around to cement the details in my mind. “Must have cost you a mint!”
She was so easy to talk to and I felt so at ease around her that my pain was soon dulled and as was our practice we talked well into the night, “Are you getting sleepy?” she asked as she watched me yawn.
“ I can't tell a lie,” I smiled. “Yes, I’m starting to lose track of the conversation,”
“Aww, poor, tuckered out, little Whiteboi,” she grinned as she got up and took me by the hand. She walked down the short hallway where there were two doors on the left and the right.
“Where am I going to sleep?” I asked in my naivety thinking she would be going to the spare room or something. I’d like you to sleep in bed with me if you are ready for that?” My temperature began to rise as quickly as panic began to rear its ugly head. I think I look best naked in the dark, what if she wanted to see me with no clothes on? I felt my mind begin to slip into panic mode. You can have that side as she began to change into nightwear. I turned around and stripped out of my pants and shirt as quickly as possible before jumping beneath the sheets to hide my semi-naked body. She finished what she was doing at her dresser, turned off the lights, and got into bed beside me and we both fell asleep.
Emotion overwhelmed me some time later as I must have been sobbing in my sleep. The next thing I knew, I was cuddled up to Virginia’s treasure of a chest, and her voice was soothing me. I fell back to sleep with strange and terrifying dreams filling my head until early afternoon when I woke up alone in the giant bed. I went for my morning constitutional, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and then went in search of my gorgeous hostess.
I found her in the kitchen. “Good morning, Whiteboi. Want some coffee?” she asked cordially.
“Oh, yes, please! My head feels like it’s full of cotton, all these late nights, I guess,” I assumed, I never dreamed that she might be spiking my drinks.
“I wanted to have French toast for breakfast, do you know how to make that?”
“I can give it a shot,” I winked, and she laughed.
"Well, let’s go, hotshot!” she giggled, “Impress me!”
I set about the kitchen gathering the requisite equipment and ingredients asking questions about the locations of instruments and implements and whipping her up my special version of French toast which included cinnamon and nutmeg, “Oh! This is good, Whiteboi, I may just have to hire you on to cook!” she joked, taking another bite. I sat across the table from her with an identical plate, munching and swallowing thoughtfully.
After I had cleared the dishes, I tried to call my wife, but the call went straight to voicemail. I tried this daily at first, then every few days, once a week to once every few weeks, never being successful, after that, I stopped trying.
“Today, I thought we could try a few standard things,” as she led me back into the bedroom.
“What things?”
My wife came home the next afternoon. I had a ‘Welcome Home’ banner up, a welcome home card, and a bouquet already in a vase for her and her favorite dinner ready. I was looking forward to seeing her since we had been apart for some time. When she walked in she barely recognized that I was there or any of the preparations I’d made. Understandably, I was a little dismayed, I said, “Hello?”
She looked up. “Oh hi,” and went right back to her phone.
'No kiss, no hug, nothing?' I thought. “How did your meeting go?” I asked, desperately trying to get some conversation going between the two of us.
“It went fine,” she responded looking over at me and suddenly softening. “I’m sorry, Honey,” her deep blue eyes looked at me as she approached, “I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now,” she put her arms around my shoulders, bent her neck, and passionately kissed me.
If I had been wearing glasses when she surfaced for air, I would have been looking into a fog bank, “I’ve got a special dinner planned for us this evening,” I beamed, I'm cooking your favorite meal; roast lamb." The smell of it cooking permeated the house, I had pan-fried baby carrots, baby peas, and mashed potatoes to go with it and, another favorite of hers, Homemade peach cobbler for dessert.
Her smile brightened her face. “I can smell it, thank you so much, Sweetheart! I’m going to take a bath and be right out to enjoy and be enjoyed,” she smiled provocatively and skipped into the bathroom.
Just as I put dinner on the table, she was out in about half an hour. Her golden blonde curls draped over her delicate shoulders looked magnificent and she’d put on long, dangly earrings to go with it which framed her face beautifully. She had on a black negligee under a light housecat that contrasted beautifully with her white skin, "You look beautiful, Sweetheart! Come sit down and eat, you must be hungry,” I said as I uncorked a bottle of rosette. She complimented me by finishing what I’d given her and asking for more, which I immediately supplied. I brought her a hot after-dinner coffee with the peach cobbler then slid in beside her to enjoy the tasty pastry and to get reacquainted after our long separation. Later I played music for her, and she danced, we had a marvelous time.
Later when the evening had turned to night and we were both exhausted, she looked at me with her bedroom eyes, I slid across the piano bench as she approached, she leaned down and brushed my lips with hers, then licked lightly before sliding her supple tongue into my mouth. Immediately, my temperature was on the rise along with my heart and pulse rates, her wanton tongue and soft lips caressed my mouth, and I felt the effervescence deep within myself starting already, she didn’t even have to touch me to make me hard.
She took my hands and walked me into the bedroom, in the doorway she raised her arms which was our signal for me to strip her. Considering what she was wearing the task was fairly easy. I dropped the article on the floor, and we continued deeper into the chamber. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she applied slight pressure, letting me know to sink to my knees, so I smiled and obeyed her unspoken instructions. Taking her thong in my teeth I began to work them down past her shapely hips and over her knees letting them fall to her ankles, she raised one foot to the bed, exposing her perfect marble arch to me, I rose and slipped my tongue into her. She cooed with pleasure as I slid up to her reddening little clitty and licked lightly over it before moving back down to lick around her wonderful opening inserting two fingers deep inside her and began working her G-spot knowing this would hasten her orgasm, I floated my tongue up her slot and lavished generous attention on her tight and spiky little clitty. Her moans and squirming encouraged me. The motion of my fingers inside her strumming her G-spot and my tongue flickering her clitty soon started the contractions deep inside her which led to a mind-bending, body-crunching orgasmic experience. She screamed as it took hold and began to carry her along in its powerful current.
Satisfied with my efforts, I began to climb up her body ready to impale her with my little clit of a cock. “No, no,” she breathed, “Put Connor on!” I dutifully fixed the phallus to my waist and pumped a little more pressure into the dildo before feeding the tip into her bringing a moan and gasp as I slid inside her, "Stretch me out, God, that feels good.” She groaned loudly as I brushed her cervix deep inside. Our hips began their rhythmic dance automatically, me pulling out almost all the way and then slowly pushing back in, she moaned, “Harder, faster!” I picked up the tempo and soon, we were bumping pelvises. She moaned loudly when the next orgasm hit her. continued to pump in and out for a few more minutes causing her orgasm to extend to several minutes of non-stop pleasure as she danced like a marionette on a sexual string, screaming and moaning her pleasure into the night. It was a glorious sight to behold, my sweet wife in full sexual freefall. I whipped the dildo off and prepared to impale her with my little dick. “Can I suck you off instead?” she asked as she began to scramble between my legs.
“Okay,” I replied, somewhat dismayed that I was not going to enjoy her hot, juicy pussy. She was an expert when it came to sucking a cock, she always knew just how to get what she wanted from it and in no time I was quivering and moaning in ecstasy. A few minutes more and I was fountaining all the cum I’d been saving into her savory mouth.
Once I’d stopped pumping, she crawled up my body, pressed her lips to mine, shoved a ball of cum into my mouth, and backed off to see what would happen, 'Why not?' I thought as I swallowed, much to her joy, “That is so hot!” she giggled with her eyes smoldering, “I think it would be equally hot to see your pretty lips wrapped around a nice-sized cock.”
The comment blew my mind, “You would?" I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, I think it would be equally hot if not hotter!” We then curled up together, spooning as lovers do, and fell asleep.
The day after she got home, I was going over some bills when I found an anomaly, “Hon?” I asked, being as congenial as possible.
“Yes, Dear,” she said from her seat at the table where she was having a coffee and reading a magazine.
“Did you pay the gas bill last month?” I asked innocently.
That’s when she exploded, “Don’t you ever pay anything around here, you sit around all day and do nothing. Are you even looking for a job? You always expect me to do it all, Jesus, get off your fuckin’ ass and do something!” (She had worked herself up into a real lather by this time.) “I’ve had it,” she fumed as she got up from the table. “I’m going to my mother’s!” she screamed and threw a few articles of clothing and some toiletries into a suitcase and stormed out jumping in her car and roaring out of the driveway.
I was alone on what was supposed to be the happiest weekend of the month. I was distraught, I sat down and and cried. Feeling lost and alone, I took out the card I’d been given out of my wallet, and with trembling hands, I dialed the number.
“Hello?”
“Hi Virginia! It’s Da… Whiteboi,” I said trying not to cry.
“Oh, hi Whiteboi! Great to hear from you, have you decided to take me up on my offer?”
“Well, yes,” I said quietly, “I was wondering if we could try it out on a trial basis?”
“Sure, Sugar, text me the address where you are,” I texted my address to her phone and a few minutes later, she was back on the line, “It’ll take me about forty minutes to get there, that will give you plenty of time to get ready.”
“Okay,” I returned, happy that I wouldn’t be alone tonight. I didn’t know how safe that would have been in my stressed condition and I knew I needed company around me. I packed up my laptop and a few changes of clothes and toiletries in a bag. I didn’t expect to be around here much with all that had happened, so I took what I thought I would need for an extended stay. I made sure all the doors were locked and that the lights and furnace were off before collecting my things and heading out the front door.
As she had promised, she arrived about forty minutes later. I smiled, “Hi Virginia!” and tossed the scant possessions I had in the back seat and got in, feeling I was about to go through emotional overload as soon I closed the door, she looked at me and said, “What’s the matter, Honey?” She asked with genuine concern as she carefully pulled away from the curb.
'Damn, this lady reads me too easily, I thought I was hiding it well, too!' I thought as I continued looking down, “My wife and I just had an epic fight over money. She’s taken off to her mother’s for God only knows how long. I asked her if she had paid something I was under the impression she was going to pay and she freaked out at me, saying, I don’t do enough; I don’t pay enough. I want it to stop,” I said on the verge of tears I sat there for a few minutes collecting my composure before admitting, “I think my marriage is over, Virginia,” I said on the verge of tears.
“Aww, Honey,” she said with heartfelt sympathy, touching my shoulder to show support, “I’m sorry about what happened between you and your wife, Whiteboi, it always sucks when this stuff happens,” her soothing voice, low voice and calm, “I’m here for you, Baby.”
“Thanks, Virginia, I appreciate that,” I said sounding crestfallen. We drove the rest of the way to her place in silence, such was my confusion and pain. My whole world had just been turned upside down yet this woman whom I’d just met was willing to stand by me when my wife would not, the emotions were overwhelming.
When she unlocked the door to her large, open-concept condo and beckoned me inside with a smile. I entered a large room, there was a big screen television set up in one corner, a central fireplace, and a white sectional set in front of it. Nestled inside the sectional was a large oak table with brass accents. Across from this to the right was a large dining room table with eight settings. The walls were covered in black art tastefully arranged. The central feature of the opposite wall was the baby grand piano that beckoned to me from the moment I saw it.
“Feel free to sit down at the piano if you like, I’ll fix us something hot to drink,” she said as she walked toward a hallway at the back of the room. I sat down at the black, baby grand piano that had been beckoning to me and began to play any selection that came to mind, anything to keep my mind off what had happened a few hours ago.
Virgina was thrilled with my ability, “That was wonderful!” she called from the kitchen. “Oh, I can’t remember the last time anyone serenaded me with such lovely playing, Whiteboi! I stand by my original assessment you are very good!” She returned from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of liquid in her hands. I stood up as she re-entered the room and put the mugs on the table. “Drink up, you’ll feel better,” she said in a soothing voice. I found out by tasting the elixir that it was an exceptionally fine hot chocolate. “Tonight, we’ll get acquainted, she switched on the television to reveal interracial porn in progress, complete with subliminal messages like black superiority, white inferiority, surrender to the BNWO, and others. These flashed by too fast for the conscious mind to pick up, be the messages made it through to the subconscious where they could do the most good, I was transfixed, “Oh, you like that, do you Whiteboi?” she giggled when she saw my reaction.
“Uh-huh,” I breathed as I watched, and my clit reacted in my pants. “I started watching interracial porn a short time ago, but I find it fascinating.”
“Good,” she said as though ticking something off a checklist.
“Okay, tonight, considering what’s just happened to you, we’ll sit around and talk and watch my movies, it’ll allow you to become a little more comfortable."
“Whatever you think is best,” I said now feeling fully defeated.
When we finished our hot chocolate, she fixed me with her gaze. “Let’s go sit over in the living room where it’s more comfortable,” she suggested, I trailed after her to the sectional where she turned on the gas and the fire burst to life. “So, what do you think of my pad?” she asked with a smug grin and indicating her abode.
“It’s fantastic!” I complimented. “Beautifully appointed for a beautiful woman,” I grinned. I did think the place was beautiful and wondered about the upkeep as I looked around to cement the details in my mind. “Must have cost you a mint!”
She was so easy to talk to and I felt so at ease around her that my pain was soon dulled and as was our practice we talked well into the night, “Are you getting sleepy?” she asked as she watched me yawn.
“ I can't tell a lie,” I smiled. “Yes, I’m starting to lose track of the conversation,”
“Aww, poor, tuckered out, little Whiteboi,” she grinned as she got up and took me by the hand. She walked down the short hallway where there were two doors on the left and the right.
“Where am I going to sleep?” I asked in my naivety thinking she would be going to the spare room or something. I’d like you to sleep in bed with me if you are ready for that?” My temperature began to rise as quickly as panic began to rear its ugly head. I think I look best naked in the dark, what if she wanted to see me with no clothes on? I felt my mind begin to slip into panic mode. You can have that side as she began to change into nightwear. I turned around and stripped out of my pants and shirt as quickly as possible before jumping beneath the sheets to hide my semi-naked body. She finished what she was doing at her dresser, turned off the lights, and got into bed beside me and we both fell asleep.
Emotion overwhelmed me some time later as I must have been sobbing in my sleep. The next thing I knew, I was cuddled up to Virginia’s treasure of a chest, and her voice was soothing me. I fell back to sleep with strange and terrifying dreams filling my head until early afternoon when I woke up alone in the giant bed. I went for my morning constitutional, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and then went in search of my gorgeous hostess.
I found her in the kitchen. “Good morning, Whiteboi. Want some coffee?” she asked cordially.
“Oh, yes, please! My head feels like it’s full of cotton, all these late nights, I guess,” I assumed, I never dreamed that she might be spiking my drinks.
“I wanted to have French toast for breakfast, do you know how to make that?”
“I can give it a shot,” I winked, and she laughed.
"Well, let’s go, hotshot!” she giggled, “Impress me!”
I set about the kitchen gathering the requisite equipment and ingredients asking questions about the locations of instruments and implements and whipping her up my special version of French toast which included cinnamon and nutmeg, “Oh! This is good, Whiteboi, I may just have to hire you on to cook!” she joked, taking another bite. I sat across the table from her with an identical plate, munching and swallowing thoughtfully.
After I had cleared the dishes, I tried to call my wife, but the call went straight to voicemail. I tried this daily at first, then every few days, once a week to once every few weeks, never being successful, after that, I stopped trying.
“Today, I thought we could try a few standard things,” as she led me back into the bedroom.
“What things?”
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