Their conversation flowed from the complexities of their past to the simplicities of their preferences. Alani wasn’t shy about asking 21 questions. She wanted to know everything about Ethic, even down to the most trivial things like his favorite color. She hadn’t ever met a man so gentle, yet with an err of unspoken authority that told her he was masking great power. Why he would hide his gangster, she didn’t know, but she was glad he didn’t flaunt it. The subtly of his dominance made her like him more. He was generous, yet somehow, she knew he didn’t lavish just anyone with the gift of his time or his money. How she had gotten him to come to her ghetto, little house, and break bread over what she was sure was a ghetto meal to him? She didn’t know…but she was grateful for his company. By the time they finished talking, she had fed him two helpings and dessert. She stood and grabbed his plate, and he felt his dick jump, as he watched her walk away.