I. M. Telling

Objectified I. M. Telling

OBJECTIFIED Jerome was amused when his two young assistants began crowing over how fine it was to sample white pussy. Deon and Spencer exchanged stories, as men drinking often do, on their most recent or most bazaar trek across the color line.
The older man listened, and finally decided to give them the benefit of his experiences, while also imparting a degree of his wisdom.

His story began with, "I was still in high school at the time, driving my Momma's Ford and delivering pizzas at night. I should have been out of school by then but I screwed up in grade school and had to repeat the fifth grade. Anyway, it was about three months before my nineteenth birthday. One night, someone called in and ordered six large pizzas. It was a Saturday night and that was the kind of order we hated to get."

I rang the doorbell and, "All she was wearing was a black négligée..."