She's Her Best Friend

Aaron carefully poured the coffee into the gold rimmed cups, adding cream and sugar, and then for the final step ...he got on his knees, crawling forward one tiny knee-crawl at a time, holding the tray with the two cups on it.

Bernice had a friend over, that much Aaron knew. As he nosed his way into the room, he saw another older Black woman.

"Boy," Bernice croaked. "Meet LaDonna."

"Hello, Ms. LaDonna," Aaron said shyly.

"Broadus gave me the boy cheap," Bernice said, flashing a toothy smile.

"Bernice," LaDonna said, looking at the white boy with a mixture of skepticism and wolfishness, "what the fuck does this peckerwood offer?"

"Oh, he rubs my corns," Bernice said. "He eats ass. He eats pussy. He doesn't try to use his cock. He's good with feet mostly, massages, cleaning. Don't know it till you try it."

Aaron felt quite certain LaDonna would try it.