You spend a full minute contemplating different ideas and gathering yourself. And then you grin wickedly at the black woman. “Bring him here.”
She takes his shoulder gently, guiding him up to stand. He walks to the bed unable to see, but willing – his eager c**k is clearly ready. His legs hit the bed’s edge and you take his hand to pull him onto it. He goes to all fours and crawls to where you pull him, moving him to the center of the bed where you push him down, rolling him onto his back so he’s prone.
The key to the House dangles on your wrist, forgotten in earlier revelry. He can’t see -- how would he know who you are and what you mean to this place without it? You press it down into his nearest palm.
“Do you know who I am?” you whisper. His fingers grab the key then release it and h
