"Hard day?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, not particularly, but beer is really good with pizza and you kinda enjoyed it when we went to the beach. "

Hmmmm.

I called and ordered the pizza, and told Dad that I was going to head upstairs for a shower. As I showered, my mind kept drifting to the black guy, Lewis, that had flirted so much with me. Why was I thinking about him? I had seen black guys on the internet and, though I tried not to watch porn, I had found some interracial videos to be, well, intriguing. I wondered if Lewis was hung like those guys....