Going,

In and out,

Slowly, up and down.

Moving as if to the rhythm of a song,

Spreading out and withdrawing back in.

Beads of moisture forming upon her ebony chest.

Literally

Heavily, she breathes.

Enjoying the erotic pleasure of life,

As I passionately make love to her.

Fighting not to release too soon,

Beads of moisture roll across my baldhead.

Suddenly,

Out of control,

Ecstasy overshadows the fight.

Shivering in the moment of delight,

My warmth explodes in her most intimate part.

Beads of moisture now completely cover our bodies.

The summer of 2003 was the hottest summer on record. In Hackberry, the average daytime temperature reached a staggering 106 degrees for nine consecutive weeks. The Army Credit Union loaned Corporal Jamal Walker enough money to purchase a nice secluded house out on state road 27 and he moved out of the barracks on the base in the middle of April of 2002. The large red brick home afforded Jamal plenty of room for his unusually large collection of antique furniture. The house was built on forty acres of tranquil farmland on the Johnson Bayou Road. It was just far enough away so Jamal would not be bothered. Still, he was located close enough for quick access to the base.

After an exhaustingly long Thursday of running errands and antique shopping with Corporal Patrice West, Jamal drove up the long tree-lined entrance of his property. The Ford noisily rumbled down the long dusty road. The house was situated about a mile and half off state road 27. He stopped the Ford at the electric security gate and reached into the glove box to retrieve the steel gray remote gate opener. After a few seconds, the black metal gate slowly slid back into the enclosure of the six feet high block wall. Jamal softly rubbed his huge hand across Patrice's exposed caramel left thigh and proceeded to drive the loaded truck through the open gate. The Ford came to rest next the back entrance of the house as Benjamin and Bear clumsily barged off the back porch.

Earlier that morning, the couple had attended an antique auction in Hackberry. Jamal purchased an exquisitely hand carved walnut finished dark beige chaise, and an elegant Louis XV style chair with a matching ottoman. The chair and ottoman's fabric was a deep burgundy with embroidered flowers and dark cherry wood stained frames. He also acquired a sensational French antique maroon colored sofa with walnut wood frames. Immediately, Jamal and Patrice carefully unloaded the priceless antiques from the back of the Ford. They meticulously arranged each antique treasure around the formal living room.

The charming four-bedroom with two and a half baths home had been empty for almost eight years. One day, Jamal and Patrice stumbled upon it as they were returning to the base from a weekend in New Orleans. The moment Jamal's eyes explored the vine-covered brick house and moss-covered trees, he knew he would own it.

This stately brick two-story home was built in 1970 by George Ramsey, a local businessman, and farmer from Hackberry. The home was built in the middle of forty rolling green acres bordering the Johnson swamp. Mr. Ramsey had sectioned off the main house, the various wooden outbuildings, and the adjoining acre around the house with a six feet high cement block wall and an electric entrance gate.

Alberta Ramsey, his wife of fifty-three years, had constructed a magnificent flower garden bordered by fragrant pine and cypress trees and complete with sandstone walkways, a small fishpond, and a cedar gazebo. His widow lived in the house until she became too old to keep it up. Most of the original furniture was still in the abandoned house when Jamal purchased the neglected property.

Two huge mahogany doors, with an oval shaped stain glass panel in the top center of each door, served as the main entrance into the house. The front room of this comfortable brick home was a spacious formal living room with a cherry stained beamed cathedral ceiling and a huge glass chandelier. To the right of the front doors was a dark brown staircase that led to four large bedrooms and a covered rooftop patio.

The cherry stained hardwood floors led from the living room into the roomy formal dining room. Mrs. Ramsey left in the house the ten-person mahogany Chippendale table with the matching chairs and the impressive four-drawer mahogany Chippendale buffet that was the showpieces of the entire dining room. Patrice added an antique mahogany cupboard that perfectly matched the Chippendale table and buffet.

The entrance to large kitchen was just to the right of the antique Chippendale dining table and buffet. In the rear of the kitchen, Mrs. Roberts had constructed a large windowless pantry room with an old Maytag refrigerator and freezer. Jamal replaced the old refrigerator, however the large old freezer worked perfectly after some work by a repairman.

The ample kitchen was built with two long rows of custom-made oak cabinets on either side of the kitchen and a suitable double sink by the side window. Jamal installed a six-burner black gas Kenmore stove in the cooking island in the center of the large kitchen and some metal hooks near the stove where Patrice hung the pots and pans.

The entrance to the Mr. Ramsey's office sat beside the black steel backdoor of the kitchen. This wonderful office was added to the original house in 1984 so the ailing Mr. Ramsey could continue his work from home. He worked out of the office for just a few months before he died in 1986 from cancer.

This exquisitely oak paneled nine hundred square foot room offered more room than the entire living room and dining room combined. It had an impressive quarrystone fireplace on the far wall and dark brown hardwood floors. The surprisingly large office offered an attractive view of the backyard through the almond colored hardwood double Dutch doors. Jamal filled the entire room with a gorgeous Mahogany desk, some beautiful antique office furniture, and an imitation bear skin rug.