"My family name used to be Jackson," she said, quickly changing the subject. "But that was the name of our slave owner. My grandpa decided he didn't want to be named after a slave owner, but we were already entered in the county registry as Jackson, so he just knocked off the last two letters and created his own name. This made it much easier for them to correct the official records. My first name is a combination of my aunties' two names. Can you guess what they are?"
"I guess Sharon and Yvonne."
"Wrong you are!" she said with a laugh. "They are Sharna and Vonnette."
"I've never heard of those names before," I said, leaning forward and boldly kissing her on the lips again. It continued to amaze and thrill me that she kissed back with equal passion.
"I never heard of them, either," she
