No excuses. On air, he did a quick rundown of what he’d played, ran a string of commercials (the customers to whom he’d sold ads received numerous bonus spots on his overnight shows) and cued up the next set, a couple of long tracks. Amateur porn Dixie laughed. He was able to get a finger on the slider and started to ease it left to right. He tugged her closer and stuck his nose into her African bush. He started to apologize but she shushed him. But he knew he wanted to chow down on her pussy before he rammed his cock up in there. —-
It was a Saturday morning. He flipped the page. He’d have to find the phone and give Dixie a call. He tapped on the screen door, and Dixie said to come on in. —-
The next evening Daniel rang the bell at six-thirty sharp. A cross hanging on a gold chain sparkled against her coffee skin above the V-neck. Bernie had told him more than once that when he came back to the Lower 48, to look him up if he ever was in Chicago. She handed the album to him. He told me.”
“He told you he still loved me?”
“Yes,” he said. “I bet every man in that congregation had a hard-on when they watched you walk out.”
“Hmm,” she cooed.
