You accept this offer. Why don't you take advantage of Sylvia's acquaintances...

You understand that now you have no money at all. Therefore, you consider Sylvia's proposal practically saving for you. You need somewhere to live. And at least for a while, your place of residence can be the house of a friend of Sylvia.

You hear how Sylvia went into the next room and for about ten minutes she talked softly on the phone. After that, Sylvia came out to you and explained to you in detail where to go.

In parting, Sylvia told you: "This man's name is George Mbundi, he came to our town about five years ago from some African country. It seems from the Republic of Cameroon ...

However, it doesn't matter. Remember my instructions, don't mix up his address. Now you can go, sissy."

You walked for a long time along the streets of a small Arizona town unfamiliar to you. An hour later, you seem to have found the house you need on the western outskirts of the city. For a long time you did not dare to enter the entrance of the house you need.

"Tell me, is apartment number 29 in this entrance here?" you asked an elderly black woman passing by.

"Are you going to George's, girl?" she asked sullenly.

You nodded timidly. An older black woman told you to go up to the third floor and go right.

You went up to the third floor and you found the door of apartment number 29.

You rang the doorbell

Door opened. You see a young, unshaven, tall man with a sharply black skin tone. He looked at you uncomprehendingly.

"Hello, George, I ... from Mrs. Sylvia ... My name is Mary ..." - you said ..

"Ah... I see... she called me..." he answered and opened the door wider to let you in.

George let you into the apartment, which was a two-room apartment and was very unkempt. The dwelling of a lonely man.

George told you, "Clean up a bit, Mary... I'll be right back."

George left apparently on some business. You tried to clean up the rooms a little. You've dusted, you've put the rubbish in the bin, you've washed the dirty dishes, you've cooked some simple food (scrambled eggs, cheese sandwiches).

There is an obsessive thought in your head: "What am I now a maid for this black George?! I am **** to perform women's housework ... Everything in order to survive ...".

George came and brought some wine. You and George drank some wine. You and George sat side by side on the couch and watched TV, you didn't talk much. **** has clouded your brain a bit. In addition, you thought badly due to fatigue. You stretched out on the sofa, you lay down so that your head was in the lap of black George. George stroked your head and you rubbed against his muscular black arm.

George quickly got up, and you rolled over on your back, not understanding where he had gone. Five minutes later, a completely naked black, muscular and tall George came to the sofa and lay down next to you. He fell on you, he started kissing you. His bristles scratched your delicate smooth skin a little.