"You don't need to be afraid of me, which is it? Come on honey, you can tell me. Did you or didn't you?”

Her young colored man was making desperate attempts to regain self composure. Pulled red bandanna from his back pocket, he began wiping some of that sweat from his brow.

"I don't want you to think I lie, Miss Angel. I also don't want you to think I be wrong. It was my half sister, Abby. She had lots of men before me, but she was going away. She wanted to do something real special, be my first woman. She and I did it once, the last day before she went to Chicago.”

Abe was breathing easier now. His confession didn't seem to bother this pretty white lady hardly at all. His gaze was starting to shift downward again, down, or was it up? Anyway, he could hardly take his eyes off what she was showing him, that curly brown hair up where her pale legs ended. 

"She said it was good with me. She told me I was really large ‘down there', the best she ever had.”

Abe could tell his confession was exciting to Angel, the way she was shifting around on that chair, the flushed way her blue eyes were looking at him all eager like.