Tiffany and Antwon lay side by side gasping for breath, their eyes locked on each other, reading each other's thoughts on what they just experienced. Momentarily, they had no words. Beads of sweat dotted Antwon's bald head. Wet swirls of hair lay across Tiffany's forehead. Both their mid-sections throbbed in satisfaction. The sheets soaked with perspiration. After her heart rate slowed its pace, tiffany finally spoke, "Damnit, that was good!" "I know." Antwon managed to answer between inhales. He continued, "You know I'm not into books but that was really good!" "YES!" Tiffany exclaimed. "Let's read the next story. You read this time.