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because I really don’t want to lose him as a client. Referrals like that don’t come around often. I grab them up as fast as I can before somebody else does.”
    It was nice that he was willing to try, but I could see the reason why he was backpedaling to get out of it.
    I was talking on my headset, breezing through traffic and catching one light after the other at the yellow. You weren’t supposed to gun it to make it through the intersection, but there were no actual rules to say that it was against the law. I’m sure that a police officer would take exception and give me a fair warning.
    I turned on the radio in time to hear the sports. “In sports, Xavier Peters is rumored to be in town. This reporter has found out that he has been considered by Pepsi and Coca-Cola as a spokesman at the same time. This is not confirmed, but it is believed that he is here to be wooed by both perspective companies. Stay tuned for further developments, as they become known.”
    I had heard that this was a sojourn to get his name into endorsements. He had only done one commercial for a soap company, but now he was branching out. I was wondering if maybe it had something to do with his financial situation.
    He was always pretty vocal about the fact that he didn’t want to go down the same road as some of his idols. For him to do this was going back on everything that he had said in a previous interview two years ago. Something had to have happened. Maybe he had a secret child, a mistress on the side, or it was even possible that he had dipped his toe into recreational drugs or gambling. These were the questions that I was going to make him answer with a few well-placed buttons that had come loose. I liked using my body to make men bend to my will. I found out early on that developing before others in my class made me a sought after commodity.
    I really did pity my brothers, as they tried desperately to keep me from making the mistake of getting pregnant in school. They did a pretty good job of keeping me pure, until I was away at college. I did take their advice to heart and there was no loving without a glove. That wasn’t foolproof, but effective nonetheless.
    I did not think that I was in any position to have a child. I could barely take care of myself and having a child would have hampered the good time that I had every night. I was selective on who I slept with, but mostly I found that white guys really didn’t do it for me. I gravitated to those of ebony and dark persuasion. It was nothing personal. I just found that the godlike qualities of men of color could bring me the ecstasy that I had never even known before. My first time was with a Black man and his obvious endowment was pretty damn easy to see from the moment that he unleashed the thing.
    I had become somewhat of a size queen. I liked Black men that had a little extra than just the normal six or seven inches. My desire came in the range of eight to ten and there was no shortage of those guys that could measure up. I’d heard rumors of Xavier’s prowess in the bedroom. There were times at night underneath someone else that I would fantasize that he was the one doing those things to make me scream.
    I know that those guys that did sleep with me probably felt that they were fortunate enough to find a woman that was that anxious and enthusiastic. What they didn’t understand was that they were only a substitute for the real thing. I had been trying for a very long time to make a connection with Xavier, but there was always that feeling deep down that I would be rejected.
    I found myself outside the New York Giants stadium. Thankfully the security guard there knew me by reputation. I had a run in with him before and I was hoping that he remembered the last time. We didn’t do anything, but he did get a nice view of the goods.
    Swinging my purse over my shoulder, I let that black handbag hang there beside me, while walking with a purpose towards the behemoth of a man. I