Her long hair, which I'd only seen braided and on her head, lay around her in lascivious disarray. She wore a slave's simple cotton dress, but the way...she wore it was completely different than any slave, for they wore it to their ankles and loose to allow movement as they worked. In comparison, Mrs. Whitfield's dress was many sizes too small, falling only to below her knees and fitting tightly over her womanly curves to overtly flaunt them. And she was barefoot.Yet, her most erotic part was her. ” On a Sunday.“Where’s Dil?” I asked.“Sleeping it off. He had to work an overnighter. He’s dead.”Time to get snarky. “And you put ‘im to sleep for good?”“Nah. Last pill yesterday. Period started.”“Poor Dil,” I said.“He’ll be okay. You coming?”“Sure!”So we did that. I bought a few things, she bought a few things, then, “Let’s go back to the apartment. Dil’s got us some wine in the fridge.”Wine is something SHE likes.We walk through the front door. I hear Dil: “Still sleeping...”“Hi, Dil,” I. More

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