"I know, it's just me," I said. "I know you're a great guy, Talbot. Half the girls here get wet panties every time you walk by. Why don't you go after one of them?"
"Because I'm in love with this fantastic little black girl," he said. "She has this hair that looks like mine except it's about a foot longer, these huge eyes that just drown me every time I look in them, the most luscious lips imaginable, the most incredibly firm t**s I've ever seen, an ass that makes me weak in the knees and legs that are just spectacular."
"Please, spare my blushes," I told him. "It's me, remember? I look in the mirror every day."
"That's what I love most about you," he said. "You have no idea how incredibly hot you are."
I snorted. "Thanks for the flattery," I said. "Now, I want you to go home, Talbot.
