Chapter 2: JojoIt's late afternoon, and the barflies are all buzzing around the upscale bar. Outside, sideways men smoke straight cigarettes as they squint into an indifferent sun. The windows are open, flooding the place with the sounds of car horns and whistles from men passing by when they see the beautiful Jojo. She is an uncannily, beautiful African American woman. She could be Victoria's Secret model. All men have a hard time, not staring. Her features were elegant and unique, stocked with a slender waist matched with a full rear end. The most awe-inspiring thing was her skin color, a soft caramel brown that made men melt.
Jeff, a well-dressed middle-aged man in an expensive tailored suit and clean, brown boots, took a seat at the bar. Jojo, sitting at a corner table cast in candlel
