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Alex was one of the whitest people you would ever meet. His longish hair was the palest blond, a micro-shade shy of white, his eyes were light blue and his skin looked bleached. He was born in Iceland to an American serviceman and an Islandic woman of Norwegian descent. He moved to the U.S. before he could walk. He wasn’t really an Albino; but ‘Albino’ was his nickname.

The moniker was tagged onto him by his boss at work. Alex worked days as a line cook at Bertha’s, a busy restaurant near the shopping district. His boss George, the kitchen manager and “Chef” as he liked to call himself, was always handing out nicknames to the employees, and not usually complimentary ones. George was an overweight, bigoted, pompous ass and universally despised by the help, but his family owned the joint so they were stuck with him.

Originally Alex was ‘Cotton Head’ but then George got clever and started calling him ‘Albino’. A girl in the kitchen cut her thumb chopping onions and was ‘Bloody Mary’ from that day forward. A busboy with a limp was ‘Hookfoot’. The dishwasher, a teenager with an afro was called ‘Bush’. A gay waiter was dubbed ‘Rice-a-Roni’, as in The San Francisco Treat. Old George, he had a million of them.

Nobody liked George but nobody would kill him. He wasn’t worth the trouble. No matter how obnoxious or insulting he was, everyone knew he was just an asshole and couldn’t help himself. So they just let him rant and blew him off.

Lorna was one of the waitresses. She spoke with a lilting, sultry southern accent which Alex adored, and had smooth chocolate skin and a shoulder-length head of frizzed black hair. When she’d pick up her orders she’d smile and say ‘Thank You’ in her sexy drawl, and look Alex in the eyes from the other side of the reach-through. Alex would admire her slim, tallish body and stare at her ass when she walked away with her orders. He thought she was hot and her body was fine, that he could see even with her wearing the plain dress that all of the waitresses wore. But he knew she had to be quite a bit older because he’d heard that she was divorced and had a daughter graduating high school. Alex was twenty-six.

George’s nickname for Lorna was ‘Redbone’. It was another subtle insult of course; Lorna was black, and not what you’d call light-skinned.

Alex often thought about Lorna. He would picture her smile in his mind, and imagine her speaking to him in her fleecy, erotic voice. He wondered if she thought about him. Her eyes and her smile and her voice penetrated him somehow. But he knew deep down that with their age difference and the fact that he was whiter than snow and she was dark as night, it was probably a long shot that she’d be interested. There wasn’t that much opportunity at Bertha’s for the kitchen help and the wait staff to mingle so he tried to let it go.

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Lorna was a theater buff. So was her daughter Savannah. So on Savannah’s eighteenth birthday, a warm, humid Saturday night in early June, Lorna took her to see a play at a theater downtown. They had dinner at a nice restaurant and then went to the performance.

Afterwards, as Lorna and Savannah were exiting the theater they heard the reedy sound of a woodwind filtering through the voices and footfalls and car horns and other noises of the night. They migrated toward the music and came upon a young, blond-haired white man dressed in a black tuxedo, seated on a stool, playing a clarinet. A plastic tip bucket was on the sidewalk in front of him, full of bills. They paused and stood off to the side to listen. After a minute or so Lorna realized the clarinetist was Alex, the cook from the restaurant.

Alex didn’t notice them; his eyes were closed as he concentrated. He would nod when someone contributed to his tip bucket, but otherwise he was in his own musical world.

When Alex finished the piece he heard a couple of people clapping faintly off to his right. He peered over and saw Lorna; she looked exquisite in a red dress, snug against her lean, toned body, and showing off her long, black coffee legs. With her was a younger version of Lorna in a blue skirt and a white blouse. Alex’s face broke into a wide smile.

“Wow, I knew you were handy in the kitchen, Alex, but I had no idea you were so talented in other ways!”

“Talent?” he said. “Oh, I‘m full of it, that’s for sure.”

“You sound great. Alex, meet my daughter Savannah.”

“Hi Savannah,” Alex said. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” she said. “You sound good. And nice threads.”

“My tux,” Alex said. “Rented it for my high school prom and never took it back!”

“Well, you look good. Can you play any blues on that thing?”

Alex immediately jumped into an up-tempo Duke Ellington tune, ‘Things Ain’t What They Used to Be’, bringing smiles from Lorna and Savannah and a smattering of applause and a couple tips from passersby. He played the head a couple times before launching into an improvisation. After a couple minutes, still winging it, Alex saw Lorna take a bill out of her purse and hand it to her daughter. Then Savannah walked over and dropped a five into the tip bucket.

Alex nodded his thanks and looked at Lorna. She had a grin on her face and lipped ‘Gotta go’ as she gave him a wave. Alex rose and took a bow without missing a beat.

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“Damn, that boy is white!” Savannah said, as they walked to the car. “How do you know him?”

“From work. He’s a cook,” Lorna said.

“Wow, he’s so white he’d glow in the dark!”

“So what, you like white boys.”

“I know, but he’s really white!”

“You don’t like him?”

“No, I do. But he’s so extremely white it’s almost like he’s black.”

“I think he’s cute,” Lorna said. “I can tell he checks me out at work.”

“Kinda young, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I don’t know. He may be older than he looks. Old enough, anyway.”

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That night and over the next day or so Alex couldn’t stop thinking about Lorna and her tight body wrapped in that red dress and her sexy chocolate legs. And her smile, God he loved that smile.

Alex looked forward to going to work Monday morning. He wanted to set his eyes on Lorna. He first spotted her in the dining room filling up the salts and peppers. The waitress dresses were pretty plain, but damn if Lorna didn’t look fine in hers. It had short sleeves and buttoned all the way down the front, but it highlighted her curvy ass and long arms and legs. And her face—creamy carob skin and a pearly smile framed by her foxy, kinky hair. He was smitten but not sure what to do about it. He was afraid Lorna might be out of his league.

“Good morning, Maestro!” she said in her sweet, southern drawl.

Alex looked up from his prep work and there was Lorna smiling at him. He grinned and said ‘Good morning’.

“Did you bring your clarinet this morning? You gonna serenade us during your break?” she asked.

“No,” he laughed. “I left it home. Don’t want George to give me another nickname.”

Lorna looked over at George, who was coming out of the walk-in with a box of frozen clams.

“Interesting gig you have there, playing that thing,” she said. “How did you get into that?”

“That’s where I make most of my money. I sure don’t make much here!”

“You get paid more than you’re worth, Albino,” George said, chipping in. “So stop yakking and get back to work. You too, Redbone.”

Lorna smiled at Alex and rolled her eyes, then turned and walked back to the dining room.

----

Lorna and Alex continued to flirt and trade smiles and their brief conversations here and there became more comfortable and more than just snippets. A couple times when their breaks coincided and they had a little down time they had a chance to get to know each other a little better. She told him she was originally from Louisiana and was a divorced, single mom. She lived with her daughter in a small, two bedroom bungalow in an older part of town. Savannah had just graduated from high school and was working at a clothing store. She’d like to go to college but there wasn’t enough money for that.

“So, how did you get into busking in a tux outside the theater?” Lorna asked.

“A couple years ago I was broke and needed money so I started playing sax on the street and found I could make some money, especially if I could play requests. So I practiced like hell and learned all the standards and show tunes I could. I’d find a busy corner and play for hours. Then I thought of the theaters. There are six large theaters downtown that present plays year-round and hundreds of people go in and out of those theaters before and after the shows. I studied the start times and running times and found that most nights I could hit two theaters when people were going in, and two when shows were letting out. And those people tip. So I dug out the old tux and switched to clarinet because it’s light weight. People look at me as a serious musician instead of some bum on the street. The money’s great most of the time and it’s only a couple hours of playing.”

“How often do you do it?”

“It depends, three or four nights a week. Thursday, Friday and Saturday are good. Sundays and early in the week they don’t tip as well.”

“Unh, unh, unh,” Lorna said, shaking her head. “I thought you were just a cook in the kitchen and here I am finding out all kinds of things about you. A talented musician and a creative entrepreneur on top of your day job. You’re an interesting fellow, Alex.”

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Alex thought about Lorna a lot. The ice had been broken but he was still unsure of how to proceed. Was she interested in him? There definitely seemed to be some chemistry between them, but the age and color barriers held him back. Should he risk asking her out? He was shy and didn’t want to screw up and possibly make things awkward at work.

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Lorna checked the theater listings, and then called each box office to find out the approximate times that the shows ended. Since all of the theaters were within easy walking distance she thought perhaps she could happen upon Alex outside one of the playhouses near the end of the night and maybe they could go out for a drink or something.

On Friday night she went to one theater and Alex wasn’t there, and then she went back to the same theater where she’d seen him the week before but he wasn’t there either. There was another one two blocks over so she started walking. As she neared the theater she heard the familiar lyrical sound of the clarinet. She quickened her gait.

Alex spotted her coming this time. She looked radiant in a light blue sleeveless jumpsuit, her licorice arms swaying as she strode toward him. He aborted ‘Over the Rainbow’ mid-verse and jumped loudly into ‘Things Ain’t What They Used To Be’. Lorna beamed like a klieg light and stood a few feet away to listen. Alex played two verses and blew a grandiose coda. Then he rose from his stool and Lorna walked close.

“Hi Lorna!” Alex said enthusiastically. “What a nice surprise. What are you doing here?”

“I don’t know, I guess the music drew me. I must be a groupie for your one-man band,” she said.

“Well, thanks for coming.”

“Are you finishing up soon? Can I buy you a drink?”

“As soon as I saw you I was done. But no, you can’t buy me a drink because I’m buying you one. Or two.” Alex reached down and picked up his tip bucket, brimming with bills. “Hold this,” he said, handing it to Lorna. Then he disassembled his horn and put it in its case and folded up his stool. Then Lorna watched as he stacked his cash and pocketed it.

They walked to a nearby pub. The place was packed inside with the after-theater crowd so they made their way out to the backyard patio and found a table. Alex put his instrument case, bucket and stool in one chair and took off his tuxedo jacket and draped it over top. As soon as they were seated a server appeared and took their order: a pitcher of ice cold beer.

“I must say Alex, I am impressed. I am with the best-dressed man around town tonight,” Lorna said.

“And I’m with the sharpest-dressed woman. I thought you looked hot in your waitress dress, but when I saw you strutting up in that jumpsuit my eyes about popped out of my head. I even hit a couple sour notes. You look incredible.”

“Thank you,” Lorna said, blushing.

“I’m so glad you came. Such a nice surprise.”

“I debated whether I should or not. I wondered if it might be too forward.”

“I’ve wanted to approach you for some time, but I wasn’t sure how. I was attracted to you the first time I saw you. And then I heard your voice. It’s so sexy.”

“Oh, please…”

“No really, Lorna. But I guess I was just too shy and not sure how you’d take it if I asked you out. I was hesitant.”

“Why were you hesitant? Was it my color?”

“Well, no, I was very attracted to you. It was more my color.”

“Your color?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you’d really be interested. And…”

“Was it my age?”

“No, it was more my age. I thought you’d think I was too young for you.”

“How old are you, Alex?”

“Twenty-six.”

“How old do you think I am?”

“I don’t know. I know you have an eighteen year-old daughter, so I’d guess mid-thirties. But you look like late twenties.”

“Bless you. I’m thirty-seven. Is that too old for you?”

“No, it’s just right. You look fabulous. Is twenty-six too young for you?”

“No, and you look great too. Especially in that stolen tux.”

They both burst out laughing. As if on cue their pitcher arrived and their waitress poured them beer in frosted mugs.

----

They spent the next hour and a half drinking beer and talking up a storm. Their conversation flowed just as well as the beer. They shared an appetizer and made eyes. Here and there they touched: his hand on hers and hers on his, occasionally on their arms.

They both opened up and learned a lot about one another in a relatively short time. Alex found out that Lorna had been divorced for nine years from Savannah’s father, who was not a totally deadbeat dad but he was close: he had very little to do with Savannah and was usually a month or two behind with her child support, and that support would end with her turning eighteen and not continuing in school. She’d never gone to college and had worked at Bertha’s for a few years and she got by but it was never enough.

Lorna learned about Alex too. He had a bachelor’s degree in history, but once he graduated he had nowhere to go. He had no interest in teaching so he got a restaurant job and played music at night. He’d played in bands but that had been a dead end, so he started his career as a street musician. He’d stumbled onto the play-music-in-a-tux-outside-the-theaters idea and was doing okay. The day job was just to look legit for the taxman.

At the end of the second pitcher they both knew instinctively that it was time to call it a night.

Alex walked Lorna to her car which was parked in a lot seven blocks away. She opened her car door and turned to Alex.

“Thank you,” Lorna said. “I had a nice time.”

“Can I see you again?” Alex asked. “Would you have dinner with me?”

“I’d love to.”

“How about Sunday night?”

“Yes. I just cleared my schedule,” she said, and they both smiled. She gave him her address and phone number.

Lorna rose slightly up on her toes and kissed him. Not smack on the lips, but not flat on the cheek either. It was right on the edge of his mouth.

Alex lugged his gear nine blocks back to his car and drove home, savoring her kiss all the way.

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On Saturday night Alex cleared just over three hundred dollars playing on the theater sidewalks, not a bad night. On Sunday he called and made reservations at a swanky restaurant outside of town overlooking the reservoir. He’d never been there but it was always getting rave reviews. Since it was a Sunday he was able to get a reservation on short notice, although it was for a later time than he preferred.

He called Lorna and told her the plan. He’d pick her up around six and they’d have a drink at the bar until their table was ready. He could tell Lorna was impressed; she said she’d never been there either and had always wanted to go. He couldn’t wait to see her.

Her home was in an older neighborhood which had seen better days. It was a blue-collar area full of small homes, some neat and well-maintained and others not so much. He parked his car in front and walked toward the door. Just as he approached the porch the front door sprung open and Lorna emerged.

“Alex is here, goodbye Honey,” she called behind her, and pulled the door shut.

Once again Alex was amazed at how wonderful she looked. She wore a black, pin-striped pantsuit. The jacket was short, barely reaching her waist and hugging her breasts, with a low-cut white top beneath it. Her slacks were tight, stretched across her crotch, and her open-toed shoes showed off bright red toenails. A short gold chain surrounded her neck, contrasting her dark flesh, and gold earrings dangled in her black curly locks. Damn, Alex thought, she looks good, and felt a tingle in his trousers.

“Hi Alex,” Lorna said, and planted a quick kiss on his lips. They turned and walked to his car. Alex opened the passenger door for her and then walked around and got in behind the wheel.

Lorna grabbed his hand, squeezed it and said, “Savannah’s giving me a hard time. She’s probably peeking out the window at us.”

“Why?”

“She’s teasing me.”

“Teasing you? Why?”

“Because I’m going out with you. I haven’t done this for a while.”

“I’ve been looking forward to this for two days!” Alex said.

“So have I,” she said.

“You know Lorna, you look more amazing every time I see you.”

“Thank you. I like what I see too!” She squeezed his hand again, tighter this time. “Let’s go…before Savannah wets her panties.”

They laughed and Alex shifted into gear and drove off. He thought that was funny.

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“So, do you think Savannah doesn’t approve of you seeing me? Or is she just messing with you?”

“She’s just having some fun. She likes you, she already told me that. She’s just being protective of her old mom. Like I said, it’s been a while.”

After a drive of about twenty minutes, the last part through park land, they pulled into the lot of the restaurant. They walked in and checked with the maître d’ to let him know they were there. Then they went to the outside bar overlooking the vast lake. They sat at a small table and ordered drinks, white wine for Lorna and an imported beer for Alex.

They were quiet for a moment as they took in the view. The far side of the reservoir was thickly wooded and there were a handful of small boats puttering around.

“This is beautiful!” Lorna said. “A lot different from Bertha’s!”

They laughed and Alex said, “That’s for sure. How long do you think George would last in a place like this?”

“Just long enough to get his ass kicked,” Lorna said. “I’m surprised somebody hasn’t done it already. How do you put up with him, working beside him in the kitchen?”

“I just ignore him. I know he’s a jerk, and he will always be a jerk. His problem, not mine.”

“That’s a good attitude,” she said. “If I worked back there I don’t know if I could keep quiet. I might have to hit him upside the head with a frying pan or something.”

Their drinks arrived and Alex suggested a toast.

“I guess we’re not going to toast George, huh?” he said.

Lorna laughed. “Don’t think so, unh unh.”

“I could toast to being here with the foxiest lady in the joint,” he said.

“Or I could toast being here with the most handsome man.”

“I don’t know about that,” Alex said shyly, glancing around.

“Here’s to Albino and Redbone,” Lorna said, raising her glass. “The cutest couple in the place.”

They tapped their glasses and drank, and Alex leaned over and kissed Lorna on her lips.

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They had just ordered their second drink when they were informed that their table was ready. They were seated at a table overlooking the water. Their dinner was sensational as they expected it would be. It was steak and lobster for both, and their conversation was a like a steady current of electricity, never lulling, and they shared a number of laughs as they went from one topic to the next. They talked about books, movies, and their jobs. They talked about Savannah, they talked some about their pasts and even touched on the future.

“I’d like to have my own business one of these days,” Alex told Lorna.

“Really? What kind of business?” she asked.

“I don’t know yet, that’s my problem,” he said. “I’m hoping that I’ll know it when I see it. I’ve been saving up so that when it happens I’ll have the start-up capital.”

They both noticed people stealing peeks at them, which seemed to bond them even more. They were a bit of an odd couple at the restaurant that night. Most of the diners seemed to be upper class white-collar types, and here they were, a waitress and a cook, and polar opposites on the color spectrum to boot.

After dinner they took a stroll on the boardwalk along the edge of the reservoir, and before long they were walking hand-in-hand. It was a perfect evening and they sat on a bench holding hands, looking out at the light of the nearly-full moon reflecting off of the water.

“My, it’s beautiful,” Lorna said.

“Yes, and so are you,” Alex said, gripping her hand tightly. He turned to face her. “May I kiss you?”

“Of course you can, Alex. You don’t have to ask.”

He put his lips to hers and there was no hesitation. Her lips parted immediately and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was large and her tongue strong and in control. He wrapped one arm around her back and placed his other hand on her hip, while Lorna held his neck, pulling him close. The kiss became more and more intense, two tongues probing, four lips meshing, and soon their hands were wandering. Things escalated in a hurry to a pretty heavy make-out session.

Alex’s hand had moved from her hip to her inner thigh and soon Lorna’s did the same. Alex’s dick was hard and she brushed her fingers along its length. She could tell that he was good-sized; she liked that idea. It had been quite a while since she’d been laid, but she liked big cocks. Her ex-husband hadn’t had many positive qualities in her opinion, but his big dick had been one of them.

They heard the voices of another couple approaching and they broke their embrace.

“We better go. You better take me home before I do something I’m not yet ready to do,” Lorna said.

They held hands on the walk back to the car and on the drive home. When they arrived at Lorna’s house they kissed and said goodnight in the car.

“I’d ask you in, Alex, but I guarantee you that Savannah is lying in wait and ready to pounce. She’ll want to know all the details.”

“I hope I passed the audition,” he said. “I had a wonderful time.”

“You passed with flying colors. And yes, it was lovely.”

“When can I see you again?”

“Soon,” she said. “Let’s talk tomorrow!”

After a quick kiss Lorna was out of the car. Alex stared at her butt until she was safely inside and had flashed the porchlight a couple of times.

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It didn’t take more than a few days before all of workers at the restaurant realized that Lorna and Alex had become a couple. And an odd couple at that. There were whispers here and there about them, just as there are about almost any workplace romance anywhere, but Lorna and Alex either were good at ignoring them or just oblivious. There was a different look in both of their eyes…eyes for each other…and everyone could see it.

They would take breaks together when possible, and met several times after work for a drink. They met for lunch on a Saturday afternoon and Alex salivated when Lorna arrived in a pair of white shorts and a red tube top. He wanted to reach across the table and pull that top right off.

On a Tuesday night he took her to see a play downtown. They sat on the aisle and he held her hand resting on her thigh for the whole first act. Lorna was wearing an off-the-shoulder beige dress and Alex felt like bending his head down and taking a bite out of her shiny black shoulder, but being a gentleman, he resisted. Unbeknownst to him, Lorna was having similar thoughts.

As they were leaving the theater Alex asked her if she’d like to get a drink or a bite to eat.

“Let’s go to your place. I haven’t seen where you live yet,” Lorna said.

“You do?” Alex said. “It’s really kind of a dump.” He lived in a small apartment in an old house that had five different small apartments carved out of it. His was a one-bed/one-bath on the third floor.

“Is it clean?” Lorna asked.

“Yeah, it’s clean.”

“Let’s go.”

Alex drove them to his place and they climbed the stairs. He opened the door and led her into the small living room. There was a sofa against the wall, a chair and an end table with a lamp. There were shelves weighted down with books and CDs, and an old component stereo system. There was no TV.

“This is nice, Alex. Certainly not a dump.”

“Thanks. Want to sit on the couch? Do you want something to drink?” he asked, the awkward host at work.

Lorna came into his arms and kissed him with her open mouth, hungry for his. One of her arms went around his neck, the other rested on his ass.

“I want you. Why don’t we go into your bedroom?” she said. “I can’t stay out too late or Savannah might call 9-1-1.” She slid her hand from back to front, from his butt to his hardening member. “I’m ready for this.”

In the bedroom Lorna sat Alex down on the edge of the bed. “Unbutton your shirt,” she instructed, and she started pulling off his shoes and socks. Then she stepped back and kicked her own shoes off.

“You’re sexy as hell when you take control,” Alex said. “I’m going to tear you up. It’s going to be fabulous.”

Lorna reached under her dress and pulled off her red thong and placed it on the dresser. She knelt before him and started unbuckling and unzipping his pants.

“I know. But first I’m going down on you. I’ve been thinking about it all night. And I’m not coming up until I taste your cum in my mouth.”

She licked her lips when his stiff dick emerged from his lowered pants. It was long and hard and thick, the way she wanted it. She pulled off his pants and threw them aside.

Alex hissed with pleasure when Lorna licked his balls and the length of his shaft. He held his breath and exhaled with a low moan when she took him into her mouth and sucked him. Her mouth was large and Alex watched in awe as with each of her suctions a little bit more of his cock was taken in. He massaged her bare shoulders as he swung his groin into her.

Lorna gagged momentarily and his cock came out for air. She coughed and said, “Do you like deep throat?” Alex nodded and placed his hands behind her head, pulling it back toward him. She opened wide and Alex watched again as inch by inch his swelled white meat disappeared back into her head.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer so he started pumping his cock into her. He knew this is what she wanted: to get his first ejaculation over with so she could then savor his second when he fucked her. So he held her head and fucked her mouth and he felt her fingertips digging into his ass.

They both grunted with each athletic plunge but her mouth stayed glued to his cock and its tip scraped the sides of her throat. He came with a roar and one final head banger and then ropes of cum shot up, through him and out, shiver after shiver, into Lorna’s thirsty throat.

Alex felt a tingle as while removing her mouth from his cock her teeth dragged along it from the bottom to the top. Lorna stood up and stepped out of her dress and draped it over the back of the chair. She unhooked her bra and dropped it. Alex sat there admiring her finely-tuned bare body and they were naked together for the first time. She sat beside him and they kissed, his cock still solid and her mouth still coated with his unswallowed cum.

“Let’s make love,” she rasped.

They lay back on the length of the bed and their bodies were instantly wrapped like a crepe, kissing, and Alex craned his tongue deep into her mouth, reaching for the place where the head of his cock had been. They kissed long and hard with their lips mashed together and their arms gripped like a vise.

When they broke their lip lock Alex began covering Lorna with kisses. All over her face, her chin and her neck. And then he covered her shoulders the same way and Lorna nearly screamed when Alex sucked one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. He sucked both tits, not playing favorites, back and forth, until both nipples were hard like superballs, and he bit them playfully, bringing squirmy squeals of delight from his lover.

He traced his lips and tongue around her stomach and below, and kissed a small butterfly tattoo a couple inches and to the right of her bare, soaked twat. He ran his tongue along the folds of her labia and Lorna sighed loudly and her body shimmered.

“I shaved for you,” Lorna said softly. “I’ve wanted this.”

“Me too,” said Alex.

“Taste me. All of me.”

Alex buried his mouth into her. He licked every square centimeter of her luscious, Louisiana lips, and plunged his tongue into her. He gripped her ass with his hands as he lapped up her southern sauce, and then he decided to focus on her clit for a while.

Oh, what a clit: a big clit. It was long and hard and wet and hot like an andouille sausage, and when he put his lips around it, Lorna squealed and dug her nails into his scalp. He sucked that thing like she’d sucked him, with all of it in his muscular mouth and with all of the strength that it could muster. His fingers squeezed the cheeks of her ass and Lorna, writhing like a run-over black snake, wrapped her thighs around his neck. She scissored his head between her legs and squeezed, tightening the forceful grip of his mouth and her cunt, forcing her beefy member deep into his mouth, and she fucked his face with enough power to mix paint.

Alex was having a hard time breathing with his mouth filled with Lorna’s red hot and his nose mashed against her groin by her scissor grip. He sucked harder and dug his fingers into the crack of her ass. He started humming, playing Lorna’s clit like a kazoo. She groaned and her body shook, and then a high, squealy tone resounded from her mouth and her pussy exploded in violent spasms, and released a spray of her saved-up sap from her trembling trunk into Alex’s mouth and face. Over and over her torso quaked, each one slightly lesser than the one before, until her secretions were done.

“Goddamn, Alex,” Lorna said, pulling his head up so it was even with hers. “I can’t ever remember coming like that! Must be all that clarinet playing. You know how to play me.” She kissed his mouth and their tongues slithered in the slick of her oil.

“You taste good,” Alex said.

“Yeah, not bad,” she said, licking her lips. “But now you got to fuck me.”

Alex rolled on top of her and put the head of his penis to the opening of her gash. He moved into her and she swallowed it up. Her pussy was loose and wet and he slid all the way in easily until his balls were kissing her lips. He felt Lorna’s cunt muscles squeezing him and they soon were swaying in sexy syncopation, first slow and easy, but they picked up their momentum after four or five swings. Before they knew it, Alex was winging it into her pretty good and Lorna was groaning with every push. He hoped he wouldn’t throw his back out. Lorna had her hands on his back, assisting, pulling him and smacking him against her with each poke.

“Ooh, fuck me, Baby,” she grunted.

Alex grabbed her ass, his fingers tightening her crack like a winch. He put his middle finger to her sphincter, not sure what Lorna’s reaction would be. But she just kept grunting and fucking, so he pushed his finger into her asshole and was surprised when it slid all the way inside with greasy ease.

“You like my ass?” Lorna said.

“Yes,” Alex said. “I like all of you.”

“Good, because you’re gonna get all of me. I lubed my ass in the restroom at the theater and I’m gonna give it to you. I’m giving you all of it. Albino’s gettin’ all of Redbone.”

This made him fuck her harder. Alex’s dick was sliding around in Lorna’s big cunt.

“Squeeze my cock,” he said breathlessly.

He felt her walls tighten around him. He fucked her energetically with his cock making use of its newfound snugness. He turned his finger up a notch as it jolted her asshole.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come again!” Lorna barked. “Yeeooowww…”

She wailed and her body shook. Alex slowed his pace as she shuddered and he felt her watery wash surround his cock and exit her body. With his knees he could feel Lorna’s discharge adding to the puddle on his bed.

Once still, with his cock still within her, she said, “You didn’t come did you?”

Alex shook his head and said, “Your ass is mine.”

“You’re sexy as hell when you take control,” Lorna said.

Alex rolled her over on her stomach and put the head of his packed pecker to her asshole.

“Oh, so now you’re gonna fuck me like a dog, aren’t you?” Lorna said.

Alex dipped his hand into Lorna’s cum puddle beneath him and slathered it over his dick. He spread her and pushed it in. He heard a hitch in her breath and felt her body tighten. It was tight but with minimal resistance, like a slow train entering a narrow tunnel and scraping the sides. He pulled most of the way out, then pushed all the way back in, then again, and again and again, each time a little faster and a little harder. It was divine; Alex’s cock had never had it so good.

Lorna chirped like a rabid bird as she was getting ass-fucked. Her vocalizations were higher pitched and more staccato-like than her moans and groans when Alex was eating her pussy or fucking it. She squawked like a mud hen with each plunge.

Alex became even more turned-on watching his whitewashed dick slide in and out of Lorna’s coal black hole. Yin and Yang. He was thinking this was the coolest and hottest woman he’d ever met. He made a mental note to buy some lubricant. He felt her legs twitch each time he fully entered her.

Soon it was Alex’s turn to twitch. His cum rose in a sudden rush and he snorted like mad bull as he came. He lowered onto her so their bodies were flush and reached beneath her and grabbed Lorna’s tits for better purchase. He pumped her a dozen more times and squeezed every drop of cum out of his tube and into hers.

After a quick few minutes lying in the afterglow Lorna said she had to get going. They got out of bed and hastily dressed.

They held hands but didn’t say much as Alex drove Lorna home. Her house was still well-lit inside when he dropped her off.

“Well, Savannah didn’t call the cops, at least, but I’m sure she’ll want a full report,” Lorna said.

“I hope I passed the audition,” Alex said.

“You kidding? You play me better than you play that clarinet and you’re just getting started!”

“It was a hell of a first time, wasn’t it?” he said. It was the best he’d ever had.

They made their good night kiss short and sweet in case spies were watching. When Alex got back to his apartment he noticed that Lorna had left her red thong on the dresser. He picked it up and breathed in her essence.

----

Now that they were lovers, Lorna and Alex got into the happy habit of getting together several times a week to have sex. A couple days a week they’d go to Alex’s apartment for an after-work workout in his bed, and then usually on the weekend they’d meet for lunch and then go back and fuck all afternoon.

They thought of each other constantly when they were apart. Lorna craved his white body on and inside hers. She furtively purchased a flexible white dildo and would masturbate with it deep in her pussy and also her ass to keep it ready for him. Alex could almost taste her when he closed his eyes and jerked off, sniffing her leftover thong.

One Saturday they had spent the afternoon in Alex’s apartment fucking each other’s brains out. Over nearly four hours they each managed five orgasms, a new high. Their last time they came simultaneously with Lorna on her knees and Alex’s dick balls-deep in her back door.

Alex was lying naked in the bed watching Lorna get dressed and wondering when he might summon the energy to get up. As she was tucking her red shirt into her white jeans she asked him what he was doing the following night.

“No plans,” Alex replied. “Why?”

“I’d like to invite you over to my house. I want to cook you a nice dinner. Would you like that?”

“I would love that. Any opportunity to be with you is fine with me.”

“Great!” Lorna said, as she pulled on her shoes and sat down on the bed. “Come over around six. I’ll serve you dinner and you can have me for dessert!”

“I’m there. What about Savannah?” Lorna had kept their affair outside of her home so far, not wanting to make her daughter uncomfortable.

“I think it’s time she got used to the idea. It’s not like she doesn’t already know what’s going on.”

Lorna kissed Alex and wrapped her long black fingers around his doughy dick and began stroking it. By the time she removed her tongue from his mouth his cock had begun to take shape. She lowered her head and took it into her mouth and sucked him. Within a minute Alex’s flagpole was again at full staff and Lorna took her mouth off him, kissed his lips again and stood up.

“Goodbye, Honey,” she said, pointing at his swelled cock. “If you want to try for number six, you’re on your own. See you tomorrow.”

She turned and Alex watched her tight ass sashay out the door. He closed his eyes and fondled his erection.

----

Alex arrived at Lorna’s house at six o’clock sharp. Lorna opened the door and immediately kissed his lips and briefly sank her tongue into his mouth. She looked great as usual: barefoot with cut-offs and a short sleeve white sweatshirt.

“Well, hello to you too,” Alex said. “Nice greeting!”

“Yeah, I thought I’d plant a good one on you just in case any nosy neighbors are watching.”

“Really?” he said, as she closed the door behind him.

“Oh yeah, everybody watches out for everybody in this neighborhood. And you’re surely the whitest face they’ve seen around here in a while.”

The enticing aroma of the spicy, succulent food simmering on the stove wafted through the air of the house. “Wow, Lorna, whatever you’re cooking up smells fabulous,” Alex said.

“I hope you like it,” she said as she handed Alex a bottle of beer. “It’s just about ready.” Alex sipped his beer while Lorna put the finishing touches on the meal.

“Hey, Maestro,” Savannah said as she entered the kitchen.

“Hello, Savannah,” Alex said, “Nice to see you again.”

“You too. You gonna play for us tonight?”

“No, you lucked out. It’s my night off,” he laughed. “Had to save my energy to eat whatever it is that smells so good.”

“That’s Mom’s specialty, you’re in for a treat. She saves it for special occasions and special people. That makes you pretty special.”

“Savannah…” Lorna said.

“I’m serious! Have him over anytime. More good food for me!”

Lorna smiled and said, “Okay, help me dish up so I can feed this man.”

They sat down at the dining room table to a small feast. Alex saw huge bowls of a thick, meaty stew, rice, cornbread and a giant bowl of a mixed green salad. A huge pitcher of iced tea.

Lorna said a short blessing and they dug in. The stew was chock full of vegetables and thick with ground meat and chunks of sausage and shrimp and who knows what else. The cornbread was obviously homemade, so sweet and moist you would eat it plain. Alex was quickly amazed at the sensation when the amazing blend of flavors and seasonings bombarded his taste buds.

Alex was trying hard to use good table manners but it was difficult not to wolf down his dinner. It was thick and tasty and full of meat and flavor that lingered after every bite.

“Lorna, this soup is delicious!” Alex said. “The best I ever had.”

“Thank you, I thought you’d like it.”

“Where did you…”

“Family tradition,” Savannah chimed in. “It’s Mama’s Chiligumbo.”

“Well, it is incredible! It’s like a taste explosion in my mouth.”

“Thank you, Alex,” Lorna said.

The dinner conversation meandered all over the place and Alex did more listening than talking—although he did punctuate the discussion with an occasional ‘Hmm’ or ‘Yum’—because he was too busy feeding his face and keeping his taste buds busy. They talked about the restaurant, Savannah’s job and her saving for college. Alex learned that Dear Old Dad would be stopping the child support and would not contribute anything toward college. This meant that Savannah would have to work as much as possible to save for school and help her mother with expenses.

“Wow, Lorna, this is good!” Alex said at one point. “I can’t believe you’re slaving as a waitress; you should have your own restaurant!”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult,” Lorna replied.

“Oh, it’s a compliment, believe me.”

“Well, I don’t need the headaches of running a restaurant and dealing with crazy wait staff and temperamental chefs.”

With dinner over, Savannah excused herself and left the room. In a minute she reappeared with a backpack hanging off of one shoulder.

“Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” Savannah said, and she kissed her mom goodbye. She looked at Alex and said, “You’re not just messin’ with my Mama, I hope,” she added.

Surprised, Alex just shook his head.

“Good, I hope not,” she said, and bounded out the front door.

“Don’t mind her, Alex,” Lorna said. “She’s just looking out for me. She’s staying over at a friend’s house tonight. “Giving us our space.”

“Ah, a considerate daughter. I like!”

“You know what that means…”

“I can stay over?”

“Yep. And we don’t have to be quiet either.” They both laughed.

They were standing at the sink cleaning up when Alex again complimented Lorna on the dinner.

“Damn, Lorna, I can’t get over it. That Chiligumbo is good! Not good, better than good. Fantastic! I love it; maybe I could get a small care package to take home with me?”

“You sure can,” she said, turning to face him. “If it helps you think of me.”

“Chiligumbo makes me horny,” he said.

They kissed and wrapped their arms around each other tight and they lingered in a long, emphatic embrace. Alex’s pecker was perking.

“It will be nice waking up together,” he said.

“Yes, it will,” she said, taking his hand. “Come with me, I’ll show you my boudoir.”

----

It was barely past seven p.m., and there they were lying naked in bed, side-by-side, their bodies pointing in opposite directions, and Alex’s dick was in Lorna’s mouth and his tongue in her twat. They were both sucking wildly, and soon each savored a mouthwatering orgasmic dessert.

Soon Alex was pounding away on Lorna’s ass, hearing her moans and groans and dirty talk, truly thankful she liked it like that. His dick was digging her tight ass and trying to coax up a second load of cum, but his mind was a little distracted. He was thinking more about Lorna’s Chiligumbo than he was about her ass and the job at hand.

It was a relief when he shot his wad. Pounding his hard drive into Lorna, with a raucous grunt he uploaded his program, and four, five, six spurts shot into the depths of her rear. Then he pulled out and with a groan collapsed onto his back and watched the ebb tide of his cum drip out of her asshole.

“Something wrong, Baby?” Lorna asked, turning on her side.

“No, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m just a little distracted, that’s all.”

“Distracted by what?”

“It may sound silly…but by your Chiligumbo.”

“What? My Chiligumbo?”

“Yep. I think I may have finally discovered my, or maybe our business idea: Your Chiligumbo.”

“I already told you, I don’t want no restaurant. I don’t have the money to start up a business anyway.”

“I know, I know. But I do. And I have an idea.”

“What?”

“I’ll have to do some homework first, but I may have an idea that will get us out of that dead end restaurant, make us a good living, and people will line up for Lorna’s Chiligumbo.”

“What? Tell me!”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow after I do a little research.”

Lorna snuggled close and Alex put his arm around her and they kissed. Before long Alex’s cock was erect and ready for action so he rolled atop her as their kiss went on. She felt his hardness press against her and spread her open.

“Oh, God, yes,” Lorna said. She reached down to his cock and split her lips with its head and shoved it into her. “Fuck me again.”

They humped hard until they came and then fell into a heap and slept.

----

In the morning they awoke early and immediately broke into wide grins.

“Good morning, Lover,” Lorna said.

“Good morning,” Alex said, his wake-up dick straight as a board. “It’s nice to say ‘Good Morning’ to you while we’re in the same bed and not over the phone or at work.”

“Yes, it is.”

They started kissing and soon Alex’s mouth went down. He sucked her nipples and licked her navel and kissed her thighs before he latched his lips onto her sex.

“Oh, Jesus!” Lorna hissed, as he sucked on her firm tool, wet and stiff as a Gherkin.

She squirmed and vibrated as he sucked and chewed her and he kept it up until he knew her dam was about to breach. Then he mounted her and her pussy sucked his penis in. He swung in and out of her with all his might, aiming to make their first ‘Good Morning’ Fuck one to remember. Lorna screeched hoarsely when she came and rocked the bed frame like a dinghy in a three foot chop. When Alex was almost there he withdrew his simmering meat from Lorna’s overheated oven and ejaculated his semen in steady streams onto her tits. Then he licked it up and kissed her with a mouthful and their tongues slithered together in a pool of cum.

“Damn, that was hot,” Lorna said after, as they lay naked.

They showered together and then Lorna fixed them some breakfast and gave Alex a Tupperware container of Chiligumbo for the road.

Lorna headed out for Bertha’s, but Alex called in sick. He had homework to do.

----

“Food carts!” Alex said to Lorna, who had come over to his apartment after work.

“Food carts?” Lorna replied. They were seated on the sofa in Alex’s apartment.

“Yep, food carts. That’s our business. I spent the day at City Hall learning how it all works: the licensing, leasing different locations and all of the areas where it is legal. We can’t do it everywhere—restaurant owners don’t want the extra competition—but in areas where there aren’t too many food businesses nearby it is okay, and it seems like almost no one is taking advantage of it! I’ve already identified a half dozen locations that would be ideal.

“You have, have you?”

“Yep. And one is a half-block from the post office! That’ll be our first one.”

“You got this all planned out already, huh?”

“Pretty much. I checked out equipment too, and priced everything. There are different sized carts, but we can start with smaller ones and we can pull them behind the car. They’re equipped with propane burners and ice chests for drinks.”

“And we’re gonna sell my soup?” Lorna asked, with a blank face.

“We’re going to sell Lorna’s soon-to-be-famous chili and gumbo and Chiligumbo and hot dogs and polish sausages and chips and cold drinks and dessert cakes, Twinkies, whatever.

“And I’m supposed to go into business with you when I’m barely scrapin’ by as it is and have no money to invest.”

“Yep, that’s exactly why. Because I have the money and you have the product. And because you will soon be working less and making more money and won’t have to put up with all the bullshit at Bertha’s.”

“You have the money to buy food carts and propane tanks and all the products. And the ingredients in Chiligumbo ain’t cheap…”

“Yep.”

“And I’m supposed to cook all this soup in my kitchen?”

“The plan would be to rent a small place somewhere to store everything, do the prep, et cetera.”

“Sounds risky to me,” Lorna said with a shake of her head.

“Well, there’s always some risk. But Lorna, I’ve been thinking about a business for a long time but nothing has struck me. But this is striking like a bolt of lightning! And what the hell, there will always be a restaurant job to go back to.”

Alex could tell she was wavering, but clearly up on the fence. He scooted closer to her on the sofa and took her hand.

“Lorna, listen. I have over $70,000 saved up. Cash, waiting for this. I’ll do the leg work, you just make the soups. You can even keep the job if it makes you feel safer, as long as you don’t mind chopping vegetables and cooking in your spare time.

“You have $70,000?” Lorna asked dubiously.

“Yep.”

“Where you got all this money?”

“I have almost ten thousand in a metal box in my apartment. The rest is in a safe deposit box at the bank.”

“You saved all that from playing that clarinet with a tux on?”

“Yes, over the last two-and-a-half years.”

“And you’re willing to risk all that money on my soups?”

“I don’t see it as that much of a risk, but yes, I am. And I can’t wait to get started. I want to give my notice to George tomorrow.”

“You’re moving pretty fast, aren’t you?”

“Why wait? The time is right.”

Lorna sighed and said, “Okay, let me think on it.”

Alex squeezed her hand and kissed her. Let’s make love on it,” he said.

----

Lorna was sweating, getting rode hard and sticky wet. They were in Alex’s bed and he was on top fucking her with a newfound force, kissing her, grunting, snorting, pounding her into the mattress.

“Oh God, Boy, you know how to fuck me!” Lorna cried.

Her body was hot and dewy like a bitch in heat, and she gripped his cock with her pussy as she fucked him, plunging toward orgasm. When she felt her juices roiling and was just about to come, she succumbed to him, in more ways than one.

“I’ll do it!” Lorna barked as she let loose, her body writhing with the forces of fucking and bucking.

“Do what?” Alex cawed hoarsely.

“The food carts. How can I say no to a partner who fucks me the way you do?”

----

The next morning Alex punched in at the usual time, grabbed an apron out of the storage closet and wrapped it around himself as he walked into the kitchen.

“Well look who decided to drop by!” George’s voice boomed so all could hear. “If it isn’t Albino, the leisure man. How was your vacation?”

“Hi George,” Alex said. “Had an important personal issue come up that I had to take care of yesterday.”

“I’ll bet. You must be eating too much dark meat off the Redbone!” George said.

There was dead silence in the kitchen. Workers looked away and busied themselves. Alex glared at George.

“What did you say?” he asked sternly.

George stared blankly back at Alex.

“Listen, cocksucker,” Alex hissed, “Do you have even a single ounce of class in your big, ugly, fat ass?” He untied his apron and took it off. “I was going to give you two weeks’ notice, because it would be the right thing to do. But after that tasteless insult I think I’ll leave right now. Life’s too fucking short to spend another second around you.”

“Oh, C’mon Alex…”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Alex roared. “And my final check better be in my mailbox in two days, IN FULL, no bullshit, and you BETTER apologize to Lorna when she comes in this morning or you’ll be getting sued for sexual harassment. And if you don’t believe me, try me.”

Alex rolled his apron into a ball and threw it into the deep fryer and headed for the door.

----

Alex spent the day at the city offices getting permits and licenses for the first two locations he’d chosen, and at a restaurant supply business looking at equipment and learning how it worked. There was a used cart on the floor for sale, completely equipped, so he gave them a deposit and said he’d be back.

Lorna called him when she got home from work. “I heard you made quite an exit this morning,” she said.

“Yeah, well that asshole deserved it. Did he apologize to you?”

“Yes, he did. A couple people had to coerce him into it, but he did. I asked him what for but he said to ask you.”

“He just said the wrong thing at the wrong time, that’s all, and I’d had enough, and let’s leave it at that. It gave me an excuse not to give the bastard two weeks’ notice, so that’s good I guess.”

Alex started to recap his day when Lorna stopped him.

“Hey, Honey, Savannah’s at work, why don’t you come over for a while. I’ll fix you something to eat and you can tell me all about it.”

“Okay, I’ll be right over.”

“Good. And after dinner maybe you can eat a little dark meat off the Redbone!”

----

Lorna had nothing on but a long white t-shirt with her nipples smiling at him through the fabric. She took Alex by the hand and led him to her bedroom. She knew they only had a couple hours before Savannah would be home from work. She wanted to fuck her man and didn’t want her daughter coming home and catching them in the act.

Standing beside the bed Lorna unbuttoned Alex’s shirt while they kissed and then opened his pants. His cock was already hard and ready. They stripped and fell onto her bed. Alex immediately began covering her upper body with kisses and licking her toasty flesh. Lorna ran her long dark fingers through his hair and along the side of his neck. He licked the lips of her dampened pussy and tongue-fucked her, feeling her clitoris harden and swell in the process. Then he wrapped his lips around her package, plump and juicy and aroused, and sucked her for several minutes until she came, and with squeals and tremors she released her liquid onto him.

He climbed on top and his cock slid with ease into Lorna’s soaked cunt. He gripped her buttocks and fucked her hard, and in less than a minute grunted like a bear in a trap and shot his semen into her.

It was a quickie by their standards but they both knew when Savannah was due home. They showered together and enjoyed washing each other’s parts. Lorna enjoyed washing Alex’s cock, but the more she washed it, damn it, the more of it there was to wash! Alex especially liked washing the crack of Lorna’s ass.

“Go ahead,” Lorna said, turning to face the tile wall.

“What?” Alex asked.

“Fuck it. You know you want to. I want you to, but hurry up.”

Alex put the head of his dick to the hole of Lorna’s ass. She pulled her cheeks apart and Alex pushed in, and he hurried up and washed out Lorna’s asshole with his cock.

----

Alex ate a bowl of chili and half of a wheat baguette at the kitchen table and filled Lorna in on his day.

“I gave my two weeks’ notice today,” she said.

“Good news!”

“This better work.”

“It will, we’ll make it work.”

Lorna gave Alex a deep, make-out kiss at the front door as he was leaving in case some nosy neighbors were watching. Savannah came home about ten minutes later.

Later that evening Alex called Lorna.

“Will you and Savannah be home tomorrow night?” he asked.

“I will, I’ll have to ask Savannah. Why?”

“I’m going to bring dinner. And I want to talk to both of you.”

“Let me check. Savannah, will you be home tomorrow night?” she called. Alex heard Savannah reply in the background but couldn’t make it out. “She gets off at six,” Lorna said.

“Okay, good, I’ll come over at six-thirty. What kind of food do you feel like?”

“What kind of food? I don’t care.”

“Chinese!” he heard Savannah yell. “With seafood!”

Chinese with seafood it would be.

----

The next evening, after spending the afternoon having a trailer hitch installed, he ordered the food and took it over to Lorna’s. The dining room table was set. They sat down and started eating, sharing various uninteresting tidbits from their days. Lorna got to the point.

“So, Alex, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

Alex put down his fork—he’d never learned to use chopsticks—and took a sip of water.

“Well,” he said, I’ve been thinking. Savannah, I guess your mom has told you about this business we are starting up.”

“Food carts,” she said.

“Right, food carts. Selling your mom’s Chiligumbo and whatever else she whips up. And I have a proposal for you if you would join us and help in the business.”

“You want me to sell hot dogs and Chiligumbo?” Savannah had an unimpressed, blank stare on her face.

“Let me ask you a question,” Alex went on. “Can you still enroll in college for the fall semester?”

“I could if we had the money, there’s still a few days before classes begin. I was accepted at the local campus of State back in May. That was when we were still hoping Daddy-O would help out.”

“Here’s my idea. I’ll front the money to pay for your school if you help in the business, and you’ll get paid, of course. We are going to need people we can trust, we can’t do everything ourselves.”

“How can I go to college and study and still work for you?”

“Very carefully,” Alex said, with a smile, and Savannah chuckled. “Seriously, school comes first. Just schedule the time around your classes like any other part-time job.”

“Alex, we can’t let you do this,” Lorna said. “You…”

“Of course you can!” Alex interjected. “Savannah can be a big help…cooking, prepping, working a cart, weekend festivals. Plus she can go to college and work when she can.”

“Why would you do this for me?” Savannah asked. Her eyes were big and round and brown and moist.

“There are several reasons. The main one is this: I went to college, so I know what a great experience it can be. But when I attended I knew a lot of people who were just going through the motions. They were in college because it was expected of them. But they were partying, getting high, skipping class, just coasting on auto-pilot. But here you are: someone who really wants to go to college, a serious student who deserves to go, but can’t because of money. That’s not right. It would be a waste in my opinion. So, you help us and we’ll help you.”

Savannah looked at Lorna. “What do you think, Mama?”

“Another idea I had,” Alex said before Lorna could answer. “A college cart. Where half the profit goes directly into a fund for your college expenses. You work the cart, get paid, get the tips, and save for college and grad school and whatever. And I know a great spot right by the campus that we can get to set up shop.

“Wow, Alex, sounds like you have it all worked out. You said there were several reasons?”

“Like I said, we’re going into business and need people we can trust and we can help each other. Plus, I’m in love with your mother and I know how much she would love for you to have the opportunity to get a college education.”

Savannah turned to her mother. They both had eyes like saucers.

“He loves you, Mama, I told you!”

Lorna looked at Alex. “And when were you planning on telling me this, Alex?”

“I’ve been trying to get up the nerve,” he said shee