I knowed my coochie was soaked an’ showin’ ’cause I could feel the cool air on it. I done the same. Xxx How else is gonna see?”
“But…, he’ll see… I’s glad you like it, sir.”
“I sure do,” said ol’ Mista Gantner. “Mista Gantner’s gonna love what he sees. When she was facin’ away from him, Mama bent over with her butt up in the air. “Let’s have a look at your girl, Ernestine,” ol’ Mister Gantner said. I seen how some of the colored ladies from Mama’s work looked at her, but I didn’t understand what they was mad about. I was surprised it wasn’t white like him. “It’s yours, sir. She stood up. Mama stopped strokin’ his pecker, but she kep’ on suckin’ on it. “Tell me again, nigger. We’d go back in the house an’ sometimes Mama’d be there puttin’ glasses away or sometimes
