Looking up at him, she smiled, “One of these nights I’ll give you a pedicure,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“I’ll wash your beautiful feet and clean your toenails and trim them. Maybe put a clear polish on them.”
“Maybe suck them?”
She felt the electric surge in the pit of her stomach. Still staring down at his feet, she whispered more to herself than to him, “Yes, darling, maybe suck them.”
“I didn’t hear you,”
She looked up at him hoping that his expression had softened. It hadn’t. “I said, yes, honey, maybe I’ll do that some day.”
“You know what it means to toss salad?”
The question surprised her. “You put all the ingredients for a salad together then pour the dressing over it and toss it together.”
“What it means to toss the black man’s salad!” He glared at her.
“No...no...I don’
