Valentina's House

Not a white person in sight, Douglas thought, pulling into Valentina's driveway. She had a tiny house, but she kept it up. She even had flowers in the small yard. Definitely had some of Consuela in her, Douglas thought.

He knocked on the door, and she answered, the raven-haired temptress answering the door, still sleepy at noon.

"You're not Tyrus," she said.

"Well, I can agree with that," Douglas said, smiling slightly. He looked back down at her, barefooted. She had large feet, but Christ they looked soft and beautiful. She'd probably give a hell of a footjob. Valentina blinked again, now recognizing him.

"You're that friend of my mom. What are you doing here?" She walked back inside, her shorts riding up her big ass.

"I ... I found you captivating," Douglas said lamely. Valentina chuckled.

"A lot of men do, but I've got news for you ... you see this tattoo? You know what it means?" Valentina said, showing him the spade on her ankle.

"It means you're black only," Douglas said. "I'm cool with that. I want that actually." Valentina stared at him for a long moment.

"My friend Tyrus is coming over in a few minutes. We'll be busy for the rest of the day. Why don't you help me out, feed Lil DJ here, and play with him while I'm busy. And we can talk when I'm done."