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Sanya: Should I be worried? Either way, I’m hiding in my room until I
hear from you.

Henri: I’m on my way. Be there in 10.
I pull out of my spot to rush home. I don’t want tension between Sanya and
my family. I have no reason to believe any of them would have a reason to disagree
with me being involved with a black woman. Technically, we aren’t involved, but
I aim to change that. Since I’m ahead of my savings schedule, I would gladly move
out if it means I can have her.
The sexual frustration is worse now that I know exactly what I am missing. I

don’t have to wonder how she looks naked. I know every little detail. I don’t have
to wonder how she feels. I know her skin is soft, and it feels damn good to be inside
of her. I know the sounds and faces she makes when she’s horny, the inflection in
her voice when she begs me to fuck her, and how she whimpers right before she
cums. Pure torture.
I search my brain for doubt or a sign that my family may not approve of Sanya
and me. I come up empty. I can’t imagine in what context in which my dad made
his statement, but I will find out why he said it shortly. I smile to myself trying to
imagine my family’s faces when they realize what she’s wearing. I picture Sanya’s
face. I have seen her embarrassed more times than I can count. I doubt her outfit
has caused as much of an issue as she thinks. They can’t really judge her for what
she wears inside her own home.

I swing into the driveway. My parents’ town car is parked where I usually park;
I pull in behind Sanya’s car. I almost fall when I jump out of my vehicle. I’d
forgotten about my hurt knee. After correcting my balance, I shoot out a text.
Henri: I’m outside.
Sanya: Okay, leaving my hiding spot.

I smile at the text. She is so damn cute. My parents are probably wondering
where she went.
Henri: You didn’t have to hide, sweetheart.
Voices carry from the kitchen as I unlock the door. I’m not surprised they’ve
found the kitchen. My mom believes that the kitchen is the heart of the home. I
can bet money and win that my mom is already preparing some sort of snack. I yell
out a greeting right before I come into view.