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her in a pencil skirt at the neighborhood Christmas party the Homeowners Association put on every year. The children were running around and the Santa was actually quite good and authentic looking from the rosy cheeks to the long white fluffy beard.  They had toys for the kids, food and activities and the adults stood around talking and all the men who reluctantly went to these things were glad they’d gone because Joy Abrams had all their libidos aflutter.
    The Abrams were a fairly new family then. They’d moved in just before school started and had been in the neighborhood a few months.  The only reason he was aware of them as was everyone else was because they were black.  It wasn’t unusual to have a black family in the neighborhood; there were four already, all wealthy and moneyed like the rest.  Until they’d seen Joy Abrams they’d never even thought about a black family being a member of The Club, but at the Christmas party she came in with Michael and her two children.  She was wearing a black pencil skirt, black high heeled boots and a gold trendy blouse and she was so beautiful.  But it was the pencil skirt that captured the men that day.  It hugged her curves to perfection and all agreed she had the most perfect behind they’d ever seen.
    Royce was one of them.  He couldn’t get enough of looking at her behind.  He admired her perfect swells and round contours.  He always did like a nice behind.  That was how he’d met Sharla he was looking at her behind, and he loved on that behind for a year until she broke up with him and he moped around until Bobby got sick of it and said.
    “Okay man you’re driving me nuts with this sad sack expression let’s go have some fun and maybe get you laid,” he laughed and said, “I heard of this place some of the kids been talking about, Winchesters, it’s off 114.”
    And that was the night he met Tammy and Tammy did not have a great behind.  No one’s behind had moved him since Sharla until at the Christmas party Joy Abrams had him mesmerized.
    It was Bobby who made the first comment that day.  He leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Wouldn’t you like that in The Club?”  And Royce chuckled.
    Joy and Michael were standing talking to Phil who managed the country club, and his wife.  Then Phil took them around to introduce them to everyone.  When they got to Tammy she beckoned him over.  Joy was holding onto Michael’s arm and when he stood in front of her he saw the most stunning woman.  Her hair was deep dark black that flowed down her back in a wavy cascade, a natural wave framed dark ebony eyes and golden brown luminous silk skin; her lips shimmered with pink frosting waiting to be kissed, kissable lips is what she had, full and luscious.  Royce thought Joy Abrams was stunningly beautiful and he’d never even thought to look at a black woman or black people for that matter.  He knew who he was and how he was raised; he was a good ol boy and black people didn’t figure in any of his plans or in his life period, but here he was looking at a black woman and finding her attractive, more than attractive, extremely beautiful is what he found her.
    As he was introduced it was clear Michael was the outgoing talkative one; he was charming and wasn’t bad looking either, tall, a deeper brown than Joy, a thin mustache and hair cut close.  Joy although stylish and trendy in her black skirt and gold blouse came across as shy.
    “I’m Michael Abrams and this is my wife Joycelyn,” she smiled shyly at him as they spoke. “You can call me Joy,” she said with her shy smile and offered her hand for him to shake.  And somehow he got through the introductions trying not to stare and for some reason as he looked into her eyes he found himself wanting to take her in his arms and hold her and he wanted to kiss those exquisite pink painted lips and his heart felt like it was on a roller coaster about to take that first steep drop and he could feel