So you want an autograph or what?”
A blank look was bestowed upon my face, my countenance innocent. XXX Nevertheless, I laid pipe into her as often as I could, right up until the time that Honey left for a summer internship. “The who?”
“The Indianapolis Colts.”
“Fuck, no,” I said. “Yeah, but I thought you meant in bed.”
“See, most people don’t realize what black girls gotta do with their hair,” Honey explained. While making a house call to Honey’s dorm room one particular evening, I encountered congested traffic when I pulled onto her university campus. A jiffy later, I made it upstairs to Honey’s dorm room and gave her a proper greeting: a full embrace with a thickening erection protruding inside my pants. What’s with all these damn people?”
“Are you here to meet the Colts?” the guard asked me.
