"Why you be glarin' man? You agreed to dis," Daryl said with a smile.

"I may have agreed but I still don't think its right," George replied.

"Come on George, it ain't gonna be dat bad. Don't you worry man, I'll treat her right," Daryl said.

George sighed and looked at his watch. Jen was set to arrive in five minutes and he was dreading it. He couldn't believe he was asking his wife to go through with this whole idea. There was a knock on the door and George walked over and opened the door. It was his secretary, with his wife.

"Sir, your wife is here," she informed.

"Thank you. Why don't you head on out for a good hour," George said.

"What? Right now? It's not even lunch time," she replied.

"Two hours," Daryl said, his voice relatively low.

George looked over at him. He wanted to run over and choke the black man but he just swallowed and nodded. He turned around and looked back at his secretary.

"Look, take two hours out. Go out and you know, meet your boyfriend or, go shopping. Just head on out," he ordered.

His secretary tilted her head and squinted. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is perfectly fine," George replied.

"Who's in there?" She asked.

"Just an old friend of mine and Jen's. We're looking to just laugh and talk about life. I just feel a little awkward knowing that you might hear some of our private stories," George lied.

"Well, if you're saying it's allowed, I guess I could go out shopping..." She replied.

"Yeah, go do that. Go shopping, go have fun," George ordered.

"Okay, guess I'm out then. It was nice seeing you again Jen," the secretary said as she grabbed her coat and bag, and headed out.

As his secretary left, his wife slowly walked in nervously. She looked over at her husband and then down at Daryl. Her heart raced as she nervously made her way into the office.

"God damn, she is so fine," Daryl commented.

His eyes wandered up and down, soaking her in. Daryl licked his lips and continued rubbing his hands together. Jen sheepishly looked over at him and tried to smile. George looked down and began leaving the room.

"Whoa, hold on George. Where do you think you're going?" Daryl questioned.

"What? I'm getting out of the way," George replied.

"Oh hell naw, you're staying. I want to see you watchin' yo wife getting fucked by my big black nigga dick," Daryl informed.

"What?! I... that... what? That wasn't part of the deal!" George answered, frustrated.

"Yeah? Well, deals change. Plus, I think your wifey would rather have you around in dis place," Daryl said.

George looked over at Jen, who nodded at him.

"I think it would be better if you stayed honey. At least I know I'm safe then," she agreed.