“You don’t want to stop. I figured he might be in his early thirties. Indian sex This dark taboo had burned inside me since I was a small child, fascinated with the African-American people surrounding me growing up in my bigoted home and community. Do you want to be a whore?”
“No,” Candy said her shaking from side to side. I felt like a boy threatening a classmate that could beat my ass without breaking a sweat. A sly grin passed over his face, and he said, “Your wife is a lot younger than you.”
“Twenty-five years,” I told him with some measure of pride. “Oh, please, Captain, don’ you know this wrong. He carried for me in that way more profoundly than he had ever cared for me. All the while, his hands tugged and pulled on my clothing. That notwithstanding, I expected Candy to slap the Captains face. The supposed wrongness of it had tempted me, the fear of my father had kept me from acting. The old doctor treated her like the whore Jeff had hoped she’d be when he married her. I wanted her to slap his face, and yet, at the same moment, I wanted to her to give in to him.