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We were laying in bed that night. We both were mentally exhausted, but sleep wasn’t coming
to either of us that night.

“Alice, what did you mean by not exactly?” I asked in the darkness. “You said you told
him those things, but none of it was true. Then you said not exactly.” She didn’t answer
for a couple of minutes. I thought maybe she had gone to sleep.

“I made up things,” she said. “Fantasy things. I told him how much I like rough sex and
that I was looking forward to getting together with him and his buddies.”

“But it wasn’t completely a lie. Is that what you are saying? You would like to be
gang-banged by a group of black men. You would like to have rough sex. Is that it?”

“No…yes…I don’t know, I suppose so. I was in a pay site a few months ago and that was the
main theme of the group. I got caught up in the idea of it and played with it in my mind.
I wasn’t ever going to actually act on the fantasy. I started chatting with Vern more on
that subject. I guess it fulfilled something in me just to talk about it.” She was silent
for a little while. “What do you think it’s going to cost us to buy him off?”

“I don’t have any idea, Alice,” I answered. “I can only speculate that we are going to
pay dearly. One way or the other.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I think your fantasy is going to become reality. I think Vern is going to demand you
follow through on your big talk.” She didn’t have any response to that.

Sunday morning we slept a little later than usual. Alice fixed us a nice brunch and we
ate on the back porch. It was pleasant until the phone rang.

Alice answered and I could tell by the expression on her face it wasn’t good. She mouthed
the word “Vern”. She did more listening than speaking and after a few moments she hung
up.

“He wants us to meet him at Bill’s tavern at one this afternoon,” Alice said softly, not
looking at me. I almost asked if she thought we should before I realized that would have
been a stupid question. I didn’t think we had a whole lot of choice.

Bill’s tavern is an in-between kind of place. Certainly not up-scale bar, but not quite a
dive. I had only been in the place once, several years earlier, attending a friends
bachelor party. Alice and I arrived a few minutes before the appointed time. Vern beat us
and I recognized him from the photos he had sent Alice. He looked bigger and meaner in
person and when we approached his table he indicated we should sit.

“How you doin’?’ he said. His voice was rough like he needed to clear his throat.

“Let’s get to it,” I said. “What do you want?”

“I want what was promised  me,” he said without a discernible change of expression. “I’m
goina have it or bad things goina happen. You want a beer?” he asked when the waitress
appeared. She gave us a funny look. I suppose we did present a strange trio. Alice and I
were in our yuppie costumes and Vern in his gangster attire. At least that’s what I
assumed was the look he was going for. I ordered a screwdriver and Alice asked for a glass
of white wine. Our order got a sneer from Vern.

“Exactly what is it you want?” Alice asked.

“Me and you connected,” Vern said. “I want some of what you promised me. You know what
that was. You said you and hubby here, were all for some fun and games. It’s time for the
fun and the games.”

“What if we go to the police?” I asked him.

“And say what?” he said with a short barking laugh. “Get real, man. Here’s the deal. Me
and Alice are goina get it on. She claims she lookin’ for some black cock and I’m the man
to give it to her. She say she lookin’ for some hot rough fuckin’. She ain’t goina have to
look nowhere else. It’s goina happen, man and you better get used to thinkin’ it is.” He
gave Alice a hard look. “Else you goina get all fucked up.” I looked around to see if
anyone was close enough to hear his crude comments. We were not that close and no one
seemed to be paying us any mind.

“Look, Vern, She was just playing a game with you,” I said. “That’s all.”

“I ain’t in to no games,” he replied. “Here’s how it’s going down. You better be paying
attention. Next Friday you goina bring this whore to me. Me and my buddies are goina give
this cunt all the black meat she wants and then some. If that don’t happen, then on Monday
I start fuckin’ up your life. I send the pictures out to everybody on that list. I ain’t
fuckin’ around here and you fuckin’ better believe it. The bitch say she want nigga cock,
she gonna get some nigga cock.