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You” was playing in the background.
    “Girl . . . girl . . . girl. You make me want to make sweet, sweet love to you right here,” Basil said as he grabbed Yancey and hugged her tightly. He moved into the townhouse, shut the door with his foot, then kissed Yancey as he dropped his garment bag on the floor. Her lips were soft and warm and he could taste the white wine on her breath.
    “Did you miss me, girl?” Basil whispered.
    “Let me show you how much I missed you,” Yancey said. She pulled back from Basil and removed his jacket while he released his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. Within a few seconds Basil was standing before her with an erection that brought to mind a foot-long hot dog. He took in a deep breath of Yancey’s fresh-smelling hair, then settled his mouth in the bend of her neck. Right when Yancey thought she could stand no more, he let one of his hands drop to her opening. He gently inserted his beefy index finger into her and moved it around, caressing her insides and delighting himself in her moans of approval.
    Basil picked up Yancey and carried her from the foyer to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he laid her gently on the bed. Starting at her head, he licked and massaged his way over all points of her beautiful body. He nestled his head between her legs, sucking and nibbling her to total ecstasy.
    Making his way down Yancey’s body as if it were a map, he opened his mouth and took in each of her toes one by one, savoring them as if each had been sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. Yancey was nearly spent and the real ride had not even begun.
    Basil lifted Yancey and placed her on top of him. He entered her slowly, then pulled back before he thrust into her. Yancey rode his manhood like she was a rodeo queen defending her title. His whole body shook with passion. Basil was sweating like a cold beer on a hot summer day. They moved to a music that was all their own. Fast, slow, and then fast again, but in an orchestrated way that could only be played by two who knew each other very well. Their bodies communicated in a way that they both knew said they were making love like they meant it. As they whispered their own special dirty talk, their movements became even more intense until, in unison, they both let go, unable to resist the intense, sweet release.
    Yancey and Basil were both exhausted and intoxicated with pleasure. After a few minutes of labored breathing, Basil looked over at Yancey and said, “So, I guess you must have really missed me.” Yancey just gave a sexy smile that let him know she was ready for the second act.

11
    IT WAS Monday evening and Yancey had just walked in the door from a class at the Broadway Dance Center and was looking forward to spending the evening with Basil. When she had talked to him right before her dance lesson, Basil suggested he pick up some sushi and come over for a nice bottle of wine and a bath. Instead of Basil, Yancey was greeted by Windsor, whose eyes looked bright and urgent. Her face had only the faintest touch of makeup, and she was wearing a purple bandana as a headband.
    “I’m so glad you’re home,” she said.
    “Who were you expecting?” Yancey asked.
    “Oh, I mean, I need to ask you a big, big favor,” Windsor said.
    “What?” Yancey asked. She dropped her dance bag on the floor at the edge of the sofa.
    “Can you help me out at Hale House tonight?” Windsor asked. Hale House was an organization in Harlem that housed HIV and drug-addicted babies. Windsor gave her free time there a couple nights a week and also helped schedule other volunteers.
    “You need a check or something? Sure, I can do that,” Yancey said as she picked up the mail and looked through it. Realizing it was all bills, she placed them back on the sofa table.
    “I’m not asking for a check, even though that would be wonderful. I need you to come up with me and hold the babies.”
    “Hold the babies? What are you talking about?”
    “Two of my ladies are