My weekend started out really shitty. My boss called on Friday night and asked me to come in Saturday for a few hours. He said the computer system crashed, and it had to be up and running by morning for the weekend crew. He told me to come in Saturday, get the system up and running for the weekend crew. Well, that just sucked. The last thing I wanted to do was go to work this weekend.

Driving to work at 5:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning heading for the chemical plant was not what I had in mind for my weekend fun. I was all pissed off. While speeding on my way to New Jersey from the Bronx, I started to wonder why I was so angry. I said to myself, “Blake, calm down. Last year around this time, you were sitting home collecting unemployment. Now you have the job of your dreams. You’re getting paid $ 120k a year. How many other 24-year-old Black men can say that?”

After that thought, instead of being angry with my boss, I felt proud. The company and 200 chemical engineers relied on me to keep all computer systems online.

When I arrived at work, there was a system-wide crash. It took me 4 hours to get the system up and running. My boss called me at noon to see if everything was back to normal. I told him that all systems were up and running smoothly. He was very grateful. He thanked me and told me I could have Monday off and to enjoy myself. My boss was really cool. Computer downtime cost my company millions of dollars. I’ll put it like this: the 4 hours the system was down cost my company about $ 100k in lost productivity.

I was living the good life. Most Black females didn’t understand me. I tried to date Black women, but most of them came with too many complications. I dealt with complications at work. I did want to deal with more complications in my personal life. I was actually lucky when I met my current girlfriend, Mirijanna. She was really beautiful. She was a European babe, born in Yugoslavia. She was 25 years old and about 5’5” tall. She had straight, long black hair. She was also very voluptuous. Her tits were nice and plump and soft. Not too big, not too small, but just perfect for her frame.

Her greatest feature was her fat, juicy ass and wide hips. To see Mima (that’s my girl’s nickname) in a pair of tight jeans was something to just die for. She was the type of woman that didn’t need to wear any make-up at all. Mima was just a pure beauty. She also had inner beauty. An inner beauty that made me fall in love with her after our first date. Mima was the kind of girl that would always go out of her way to make her man happy.

Mima was a secretary in a small law firm in the Bronx that was not too far from my apartment. Mima lived in Yorktown with her parents. We spent most weekends since we first met four months ago at my small apartment in the Bronx. It was a great set-up. We spent most of the weekend fucking our brains out. Life just couldn’t get any better for me. I was a very lucky man. I had a good job and a good woman.

On my ride home from NJ, I got a call on my cell phone; it was Mima. She told me that she couldn’t make it over tonight. She had forgotten it was her parents’ anniversary.

I told her, “Don’t worry about it, baby; have fun with your parents.” Oh well, that’s life, and shit happens. I had been looking forward to pounding her sweet pussy all day. Last weekend, she was on her period. Although she gave me a great blowjob, it was her sweet pussy I yearned for.

Saturday night really sucked. I was bored and horny. I found some of my old porno tapes, broke out the lube, and then jerked myself off. Sunday wasn’t much better. I didn’t do much. I did a little research on the web, checked out a few porno sites, and drank a lot of coffee. Mima called me around 9 p.m. Sunday evening. It felt so good to hear her voice.

We chitchatted for a while about her night out with her family. I told her how much I missed her. She told me she was so horny. She said, “Blake, my pussy has been wet all day. I can’t wait to see you, baby.” Mima had a very sexy voice. My black cock would get hard just by hearing her speak.

I told her, “I can’t wait to see you too, baby.” I told her that my boss gave me Monday off. I told her to come over Monday night after she got off work. She said that she had to work a little late Monday, but she would come over as soon as she was done.

I slept in late Monday morning, and I got up around 10 a.m. When I put the TV on, all the news stations were talking about this huge snowstorm that was on the way. I looked out the window, but I didn’t see a damn thing. I said to myself, “Those fucking weathermen are so full of shit. They’re always trying to scare the shit out of people.” I hung out for a while watching some bullshit movie on HBO. I called my office to see how things were going. My assistant, John, told me everything was okay.

He then said, “Good thing you took off today. It’s snowing big time here in Jersey.” I guess the weatherman finally got it right. I was feeling good relaxing at home. I had one thing on my mind, and that was Mima’s pussy. I couldn’t wait for her to come over. Hopefully, we could get a huge snowstorm and be snowed in together. That would be just perfect. Trapped in my apartment with the sweetest, tightest pussy on earth.

I decided to take a little nap. I woke up around 4:30 that afternoon. I looked out my window to see what was going on weather-wise. I was shocked at what I saw. It was a total whiteout. The snow was falling from the sky so fucking fast. Big, fat flakes covered the streets of the Bronx. I could see about 10 inches of snow on top of the cars on the street. “HOLY SHIT!” I said to myself. Man, I’m sure glad I didn’t go to work today.

I turned the TV to one of the local news stations. Snowstorm coverage was in full swing. Westchester County, where my girl lived, had already had 13 inches of snow. They were expecting another 10 inches before it would be over. I had to call my girl to see if she would be okay. I called her office, but I got no answer. I knew that Mima hated driving in bad weather. I kept on calling her office, but I couldn’t get anybody on the phone. All the news networks were calling this, “The storm of the decade.”

That was all I could take. I was really worried about my baby. All kinds of bad thoughts started to drift in and out of my head. Was she stuck somewhere in the snow? Was she hurt? Was she in trouble? Fuck this waiting around bullshit, I’m going to go find my baby.

I got dressed in a hurry. I put on my boots and my heaviest jacket. I grabbed my snow shovel that I bought and used only once 4 years ago after the last big snowstorm that just crippled New York City. My girl’s safety was the only thing on my mind. I knew wherever she was, she was afraid and if she could call me, she would have already. Just as I was about to walk out the door, the phone rang. I rushed to the phone. “Hello, Blake.”

“Mima!” I felt so relieved to finally hear her voice. “Are you okay, baby? I’ve been worried sick. Nobody was answering the phone at your office.” Then she said, “I’m okay, sweetie. Can you believe this storm?”

I said, “Yeah, it looks insane out there. I was just on my way out the door to come find you. Where are you?”

She told me that all the phones in her office building were dead. “I’m outside on the corner by the pay phone.” Then she said, “You were that worried about me, baby.”

I said, “Of course I was, I love you.” I guess that must have gotten to her.

“Blake, that’s why I love you so much, you are the best thing that ever happened to me.” Those precious words coming from her mouth just warmed me up all inside.

I told Mima to hang tight, I was coming to pick her up. I asked if she was cold. She told me that she was freezing. I told her there was a bar right around the corner from her office. “Go to the bar, baby, big daddy will pick you up there as soon as possible.” At 6’ 2” and 240 lbs, I was no small man. Plus, my girl always called me big daddy in private.

Then my girl said, “Blake, I need to ask you a big favor, honey.”

“What’s up, baby? What do you need?”

“You know my friend at the office, Lori. Lori Goldstein.”

I said, “Yeah, the lawyer you go out with once in a while.”

“Yeah, that’s her. She is stuck here with me. She lives up in Chappaqua. Her husband is out of town. Like me, she is terrified of the snow. The roads up north have all been closed. She doesn’t have any friends around here.”

I then said, “Say no more, baby. Of course, she can stay with us.”

There was an excited tone in her voice. “Thanks so much, Blake, you don’t know how much this means to me! You’re the best, sweetheart.”

“Mima, does Lori know that you’re dating a Black man?”

She started laughing hysterically. “Nope! Not yet. But she’ll find out in about five minutes when I tell her. Don’t worry, big daddy, she’s cool.”

I said, “OK, baby, you guys go to the bar and wait for me. Your chocolate superhero is on his way.”

Mima was still laughing on the phone. She then said, “OK, chocolate lover, there are two white women here that need you to come rescue them from the evil snow monster.” That was another thing about Mima that I loved: she had a great sense of humor.

Out the door I went. When I got to my car, it was buried in snow. The snow was still coming down hard. The roads looked terrible. Thank God I bought a Jeep Grand Cherokee last summer. It took me about a half hour just to dig out my car. My girlfriend’s job was only about 15 city blocks from my apartment building. It was one of the worst driving conditions I ever had to deal with. Even with 4-wheel drive, I was all over the road. It took me an hour and 15 minutes to go 15 blocks. There wasn’t a snowplow in sight.

When I was about a block away from the bar, I suddenly got really nervous.

I guess I was a little nervous about meeting Lori. You see, not everybody can handle the interracial relationship thing. Some people say, “Oh, it doesn’t matter if you’re dating someone that is black or white as long as you both love each other.” That sounds good in theory. It’s also the politically correct thing to say, but in reality, people don’t mean what they say. The only thing I knew about Lori Goldstein was that she was in her late 40s.

My girl had a lot of respect for her and considered her a friend. Mima told me that Lori always treated her with respect. The other female lawyers at the firm would talk down to her. But Lori always spoke to Mima with respect. I also knew that Lori was in a bad marriage. Lori’s husband was a Wall Street executive. He was a high roller in the stock market and was always out of town on business. I guess she was probably sitting at the bar wishing her husband was coming to rescue her. Pulling up to the front of the bar, I said to myself, “I’ll show Lori a good time and give her a nice warm place to spend the evening.”

When I went to the bar, I spotted my girl sitting at the bar right away. Her back was turned away from me. Then I noticed the woman to her right staring at me like a deer staring into a bright light. Lori was a beautiful woman. I was totally not expecting this. Lori was wearing a nice, conservative gray suit jacket with a very sexy knee skirt. She looked a lot younger than her actual age. She had black hair with gray length streaks. Looking into my eyes, she stood up and smiled. Then she tapped Mima on the shoulder and gestured for her to look behind her. When Mima turned around, I and I saw the huge smile on her face. I felt relieved. My baby was safe.

In one quick motion, she ran to me, jumped into my arms, wrapped her hands around my neck, and her legs around my hips, and gave me a big, wet, passionate kiss. “Blake, thank God you made it. I was getting so worried about you, baby. Are you okay?” I was shocked at my girl’s reaction. She never greeted me like that before. “Damn, baby, if all it takes is a snowstorm to get a greeting like that, maybe we should move to Alaska.”

Mima was giggling, and people in the bar were also laughing. I guess they’d heard what I said. Mima had a few drinks in her system because I could smell and taste the liquor on her breath.

“Blake, come on, I want you to meet Lori.” Mima introduced us. “Blake, this is my friend, Lori Goldstein.”

“Hi, Lori, it’s nice to finally meet you,” I said.

Lori smiled and replied, “Hi, Blake, it’s nice to meet you too. So, you’re the man that keeps Mima smiling all day at the office. God, Mima, you weren’t lying when you said he was gorgeous.”

If I weren’t black, my face would have turned red. I could feel Lori’s eyes looking me up and down, like she was studying for an anatomy test. “Ah, I think you guys drank too much. Let’s see if you think that way after you sober up,” I said.

They both started giggling like little schoolgirls. I knew how silly Mima gets when she has a few drinks. But this time silliness was heightened. Her embrace was like the way a guy embraces a woman when he wants to show her off. “Let’s get going, ladies,” I said.

The ride home in the storm was just as bad. I don’t think I have ever seen so much snow in my life. I tried to make the best of it. The girls, I mean ladies, were in their own world. They were talking about work and funny anecdotes about the other employees in the firm. Lori was very talkative. She seemed to be very relaxed and comfortable, which made me feel at ease. “Tell me about yourself, Blake,” Lori said. I told her about myself and my job. I told her I was saving up to buy a house.

Lori was very impressed with me. I could tell by the way she asked me questions. After Lori was done asking me questions, I glanced at Mima and I said jokingly, “So how did I hold up under this cross-examination?”

The two of them started laughing. Lori reached up from the back seat and put her hand on my shoulder. She then said, “You held up very well, Big Daddy.”

Big Daddy, did I just hear what I thought I heard? “Big Daddy,” I said aloud. I looked at Mima; she had the cutest little guilty smile on her face. I guess she was shocked that Lori called me Big Daddy. I laughed it off. I said, “So just how much did you tell your girlfriend, Super Hoochie (the pet name I gave my girl)?”

“Blaaake!” my girl said.

Lori, in the meantime, was in the backseat laughing her ass off. “What in the hell is a super hoochie?” Lori said.

I said, “A real hot momma.” Once again I heard the sounds of giggling little schoolgirls in the backseat. Lori, I guess, knew she let out a little secret.

Lori then said, “Hey, Super Hoochie, are we close to Big Daddy’s apartment?” We all broke out laughing. To hear this woman say the words Big Daddy and Super Hoochie in one sentence was very funny.

We finally arrived at my place. It was a lucky that I found a good parking spot in front of my building. At this point, there must have been about 15 inches of snow on the ground. Walking up the stairs to my front door, I heard a short scream. I turned around to see Mima and Lori lying on their backs in a pile of wet snow.

They looked so funny. They were both laughing. I joined in their laughter at the sight of these women. Actually, they looked really cute together. I started to wonder how much they had to drink? I came down the stairs and helped the two ladies to their feet. “Just look at you guys, you’re soaking wet,” I said while still laughing at them.

When we made it into my apartment, I was relieved. Home sweet home. I said to Lori and my girl, “You guys should get out of those wet clothes.”

Lori said, “Geese ... I’m soaked and I don’t have any change of clothes.”

Mima then said, “Don’t worry about that; you can wear one of Blake’s T-shirts.”

I said, “I have tons of big T-shirts. As a matter of fact, you can wear my Big Daddy T-shirt.” Mima started laughing again; she knew exactly what I was talking about. Lori had no clue what we were talking about.

“Lori, go to the bathroom; I’ll meet you there in a second,” Mima said.

I went over to my dresser and pulled out a long blue T-shirt. I shop at a big and tall men’s store. They have a line of clothes called Big Daddy Gear. On the front of the shirt, in huge letters, it read, BIG DADDY, across the chest.

Mima fell out laughing. “She’s going to love this, Blake, “Mima said. I then reached into my drawer and handed my girl a purple pair of silk French cut panties. I had bought them for her last week as a gift. I’ve bought Lori about ten pairs of sexy panties since we’ve been together. I love to see women in sexy panties. Let’s just say I have a panty fetish.

Mima said, “What’s this?” Give this to Lori, they’re brand new. I bought them for you last week. The tag is still on it. Lori might want to put on some fresh underwear.” Mima then reached up and wrapped her hands around my neck and gave me a big hug and a kiss. “Blake, you’re the sweetest man I have ever known. Thank you so much, honey.”

“Go ahead, baby, your friend is waiting for you in the bathroom,” I said.

She turned around and headed for the bathroom.

I went into my kitchen to make us some dinner. I’m a lousy cook. I decided to keep it simple. A small salad for three, and some pasta. I knew even I couldn’t fuck that up. While I was getting the salad ready, I could hear the shower running. I couldn’t get Lori out of my mind. She was really a sexy older woman. Then all the fantasies I had as a young man about having sex with an older white woman came back to me. Lori reminded me of one of my old school teachers. I could feel my cock starting to swell up.

Then I started to imagine how Lori looked naked. Mmmmm, I’ll bet she has a tight pussy. The thoughts of Lori coming out of my bathroom wearing panties that I bought were also quite arousing. Lost in one of my younger sexual fantasies, I didn’t hear Mima come out of the bathroom. I jumped when she wrapped her hands around my waist from behind.

“Lori said thanks for the T-shirt and the sexy panties.” “Well, I’m glad she likes them,” I said.

Mima seemed to be in the weirdest mood. She looked so happy. She ran around the apartment like a young schoolgirl, getting ready to have her best friends over for a sleepover. “Here, Blake, put these on your pants, they’re all wet,” she said.

I grabbed the pair of sweatpants she handed me.

“Go ahead and put them on,” she said.

I didn’t want to pull my pants down right there in the kitchen for a good reason.

“But what if Lori comes out of the bathroom?” I asked.

Mima started giggling again, “Don’t be silly, she’s not going to see you.”

So, within two seconds, Mima was fiddling with my belt. She pulled my pants down to my ankles. What she didn’t realize was she had also pushed my boxer shorts down at the same time. My eight-inch, thick black cock sprung free. Mima looked up and WHOOP! It hit her hard in the cheek. I damn near slapped her with the beast.

“OH my god, Blake, you’re so fucking hard.”

The cool air hitting my cock felt good. I said, “Yeah, baby, it’s been hard all day thinking about you.” Which was a big lie. I was thinking about my big cock buried deep in Lori’s pussy.

Mima stood up and wrapped her fingers around my cock. “You poor baby,” she said. She started to slowly stroke my cock with her magical hands. She knew exactly how to stroke my cock. It felt so good. Her hand was nice and warm. “Mmmm, Blake, if Lori wasn’t coming out soon, I’d suck you off right now.”

I can’t tell you how bad I wanted her to suck me off. “OH baby, you don’t know how bad I need it,” I said.

Mima continued to do her magic on my cock with her hands. I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter. Then she whispered in her sexiest tone. “ Is your cock this hard for me, baby, or are you thinking about Lori?”

I thought to myself, what the fuck did she say? “Naw, baby, this black dick is all for you.”

“Blake, do you think Lori is pretty?” Her voice was so soft. I have never heard her speak so softly.

“Yeah, of course, I think she’s cute, honey,” I said, trying to match the same soft tone in her voice. I looked into my baby’s pretty eyes, while she continued to stroke my hard cock in the kitchen. She had a look on her face. It was the look that a woman gives you when she wants to ask or tell you something.

“I feel so bad for Lori. Her husband hasn’t fucked her in two years.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. What a shame, I thought to myself. How could any man live with a fine-ass woman like Lori and not want to fuck her?

I didn’t know what to say to this shocking revelation. What do you say in a situation like this? Thoughts of Lori’s unused pussy came to mind. How could a man ignore his wife for two years? How could a man lie in bed with Lori and not want to shove his cock deep into her body? All kinds of questions were dancing around in my brain. The biggest question was, why is Mima telling me this?

I had to say something nice, but what do I say? Just then I heard the shower shut off. “Hey girl, she’s coming out of the bathroom, you better stop,” I said.

Mima had a devilish little grin on her face, “What’s the matter Big Daddy? Afraid Lori might see your big black cock?”

“Come on now baby, you know Lori has never in her life seen a black cock. Especially one this long and thick,” I said with an evil grin.

Mima started to laugh, “I’ll bet you’d like to show her wouldn’t you?” she asked. Knowing that Lori would be out of the bathroom soon. Mima quickly pulled my pants off. Then she quickly pulled my sweatpants up. Just before she had my sweats up past my cock. She wrapped her lips around the head and took my cock deep into her warm wet mouth.

“Aaaggggghh, god,” was all I could say. Her mouth was soft like warm pudding. Her tongue was wet and soft like butter. She gave me three good strokes with her mouth, and stopped. “You little fucking little tease,” I said just as Lori came out of the bathroom.

“TAA-DAHH!” Lori said as she came into the kitchen. She looked incredible. I was at a loss for words. She looked real cute in my Big Daddy t-shirt. I was now able to get a much better view of her body. The t-shirt rested about 4 inches above her knees. Almost like a short mini skirt. My eyes drank in her thick fleshy pale white thighs. I could feel my cock pressing hard against the sink. Thank God I was facing that way when she entered the kitchen.

“You go, girl,” Mima said. (I guess she caught a few episodes of Ricky Lake.)”Well, Blake, what do you think?” She said with the cutest little smile on her face. I turned my head toward her, not wanting to reveal my raging black cock. I was pressing hard against the sink, trying desperately to squish it down.

“Ummm, you look good in Big Daddy’s shirt.” I said.

She spun around slowly, which allowed Mima and me to get a better look. The first thing I noticed (the first thing I always notice about a woman) was how thick her ass was. It was nice and round, and her hips brought out her true femininity. “How do the panties fit, Lori?” Mima asked.

“Oh, they feel good, very sexy. You have good taste, Blake,” Lori said.

“Let’s see?” Mima asked. I thought my heart stopped beating. Lori froze dead in her tracks. I think what my girl said totally caught Lori off guard.

For three seconds, the room was totally silent. Thank God for my quick wit. “Mima, she probably has winter bush, that’s why she doesn’t want to show you.”

Mima burst out laughing. My girl knew exactly what I was talking about. Lori had this perplexed look on her face. The look on her face made me laugh even more. “Hey! What’s so funny? And what in the hell is winter bush?” Lori was a true comedian.

When Mima finally caught her breath, she began to explain. While still laughing, she said, “Winter bush is when a woman doesn’t shave her pussy hairs in the winter. You know, Lori, your bikini line.” We all broke out laughing.

Lori was beside herself, “You guys are insane,” she said.

Then Mima said, “House rules, all new panties must be modeled.”

Lori started to blush big time. I decided to see how just how far Mima wanted to take this little game. So I threw in the race card. “Forget it, honey, she’s probably afraid to let a black man see her goodies.”

Lori blurted out, “No, Blake, it’s not because you’re black. It’s-- It’s--- because I think I’m suffering from, er, winter bush.”

Mima couldn’t stop giggling. I was staring intently at Lori, and she knew it. I’m sure she felt my eyes sucking in her body. “Well, house rules are house rules,” Lori said. Then she gave us that girlish little smile she possessed. She grabbed the t-shirt with her thumb and forefinger. She whipped the t-shirt up to her flat tummy. “See, winter bush.”

My eyes were locked onto the meaty, hairy, purple triangle that rested above her thighs. She had a fat pussy. The panties just slightly dipped in between the folds of her pussy lips. It was everything that I imagined it would be. Her pussy looked swollen. I could see her pubic hairs trying to fight each other to get free.

“Mmmmm,” I thought to myself. I wanted to see her cunt. I love pussy hair, and Mima knew that. After Mima and I became intimate with each other, I asked her not to shave her Pussy anymore. Some guys like bald cunts, or they like the shaved, trimmed-down bushes. Me, I’m from the old school. I love pussy hair. I believe it gives a pussy character and personality.

“THERE! Are you guys happy now?” Lori said.

Simultaneously, Mima and I started clapping and whistling.

Lori took a little bow and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” We were having a good time. Lori looked at me and said, “Blake, I think I need a drink.”

I said, “Yeah, I think you earned it.”

Mima said, “OK, it is my turn to take a shower. Blake, you take good care of Lori.” Finally, I would have a chance to talk to Lori alone. “OK, baby, hurry up. Dinner is almost ready.” I told Lori to have a seat and relax. I asked Lori, “What would you like to drink?”

Lori looked up at me, all dreamy-eyed, and said, “Whatever you want me to drink.”

The way she said that caught me a little off guard. It was so soft and sexy. A new feeling filled my veins. I felt in control. I believed that Lori would do anything I asked her to do. But there was one problem: Mima.

I looked up at Lori and said, “I’m going to make you my big daddy special. Do you like fruity drinks?”

“Sure, why not?” she said.

I grabbed my blender from the cabinet and started making a pitcher of my big daddy special. The big daddy special had three ingredients. Ice, absolute vodka, and kiwi strawberry Snapple. (You should try it.)

I handed Lori a glass of my special drink. Mima walked out of the bathroom just as Lori took her first sip. Mima came out of the bathroom looking like she always did: hot, sexy, and wet. I guess she decided to wear one of my t-shirts. There is something special about the way a white woman looks when she comes out of the shower. It’s a clean, fresh look. No make-up or lipstick or any of that other junk. And I love wet hair. I like the way a white woman’s hair smells when it is wet.

Mima asked, “Did you guys behave while I was gone?”

Lori jokingly said, “HELL NO.”

“Blake, I know you didn’t.” (I had a devilish grin on my face now.) “Lori, what are you drinking?”

“I’m having the big daddy special,” Lori said. Mima started giggling. “You better be careful, Lori. I had that same drink on our third date. An hour later, I ripped my clothes off and had sex with Blake for the first time.” Lori was laughing her ass off. She had such a pretty laugh. “That’s all it took, Mima. Was one drink. Shit, it takes me at least three drinks before I take off my panties.”

Mmmmm, I thought to myself. Then I said, “OK, one down, two to go.”

The women started laughing again. If they only knew I meant it. Shit! Three good drinks, and I might see that bush. Maybe I could pull this off.

We finally sat down for dinner. The girls chitchatted about this and that. I made Mima one of my special drinks. I also poured myself a glass. I sipped on mine real slow. The girls guzzled theirs.

“Would the two lovely ladies like another drink?” I asked.

Lori handed me her glass first. “I’ll take another big daddy ... big daddy.”

I could tell the drinks were starting to take effect. I fixed up two more drinks for the girls. When I handed Lori her drink, I said teasingly, “That’s number two, Lori. One more to go, then I get your panties.”

“Mima, your boyfriend is such a tease. I’m an old woman; there’s nothing but cobwebs under these panties.” Lori was so cool, I thought.

Mima said, “Don’t say that, Lori. You’re a beautiful woman.”

I, of course, had to chime in, “Lori, you’re a beautiful woman and a lot of fun,” I said very seriously. I meant every word.

She then said, “I wish my husband felt the same way.”

The room suddenly got real quiet.

“You two remind me of my husband and me when we first hooked up. Except he’s white.”

We all started laughing again. I felt for Lori. I knew that her husband didn’t pay her any attention. Even though we laughed it off, I knew she was a very lonely woman.