Hey, Mr. Davis. Whatcha doing? “Bein’ black and better than you.” I can’t disagree. That’s some bed you got there. “Custom-made. I can fit six bitches in here. All sorts of room for freakiness. Plus I got hidey-holes.” Hidey-holes? For what? BANG! “Don’t be asking me about my hidey-holes.” You brought it up. “I’ll bring … Continue reading In A Reclining Way