Kind BIG BLACK man helps me overcum homelessness. But can i pay the HARD price?

Please someone. Anyone. Ive been on the streets for a month now. lost my house and everything i own. Im wet; dirty; and i itch every where. Not to mention the tangled mangled mess my body hair has grown into.

Its about to rain again i thought. Clouds had darkened the sky and distant lightning thundered. It was cold but not like these past days.

I walk out into the empty road and searched for a place to take cover. Maybe someone would take me inside their building. Not likely. I was filthy.

No one around it felt like a ghost town. I got out of the for the only car on the road. Id continue back as i soon as it passed me. Probably looking at me thinking ‘oh another hobo panhandling the streets, don’t look or he will come begging for change’.

However it began to slow down. I was surprised when it drove up next to me and came to a stop. The window rolled down and in the drivers seat was a very big black man. Possibly over 7 feet and very muscular; i was a twig compared. Something about him stood out though.

Like id seen him before…

He began to speak before i could finish my thought.

“What are you doing out here all alone? Storm’s gonna blow you away.” He spoke with a deep voice

“I don’t have anywhere to go” even as i sounded lifeless a sly smile grew across his face

“Hey, you know what?” He exclaimed “i’ve got a real spacious place. How about i lay down some shelter you…” he said with this strange tone- but i needed shelter bad

I got into his car and it was luxury. I had not noticed at first but this was a nice rich person’s car.

I looked into the rear view mirror a few times and i could’ve swore i caught him looking at me with this look on his face. Like i a delicious meal and he eaten in days. I was tired and hungry and i did not want to be thrown out so i chalked it up to seeing things.

He passed by my old college. It reminded me of my roomate. He was also black and he wouldnt ever leave me alone. Every time tried to move dorms it was like the dean was against me. Always ‘its the way it has to be’ or ‘you dont always get what you want’ or ‘that roomate of yours just really likes to bunk with you’. Youd think the dean was being payed off how unmoving he was about it.

“Here we are” he finally said.

He led me in and showed me to a very -um- ‘seductive’ room. Pink gold satin candles pettles. I hope i wasn’t ruining anything for him.

“Were you expecting someone” i asked him

“You could say that. It doesnt matter really. Just go take a shower. Ive got extra razors and stuff for your hobo skin in the mirror”

Wow what a way to put it. But i do agree that my skin is definitely raw and gross.

I walked into the bathroom conected to that strange seduction room. It was AMAZING! I have NEVER seen anything more elegant and luxury or clean as this bathroom.